Portrait of a Scotsman (A League of Extraordinary Women, #3)

by Evie Dunmore

the things one had learned early often felt instinctual, as unquestionable as the act of breathing, and the familiarity of them mattered rather than whether they were good or harmful.

when all suffered the same ill, the healthy ones appeared abnormal.

“Why does the world insist that substance worthy of acclaim always comes in the shape of machinery or old men?”

“I’ve known hunger,” he said. “And I have never been as starved as I am for you.”

She had thought being in love would be a warm, joyful state of being. Now she found it could also feel like balancing on a ridge in high winds, where she felt breathless and too uncertain where to step or what to say lest it all came crashing down.