A Restless Truth (The Last Binding, #2)

by Freya Marske

Men would never learn to behave if you apologised at them.

Honest unpleasantness was to be chosen, every time, over hypocrites and liars.

Anyone would have called her beautiful, and it didn’t take long in her company to recognise she was brilliantly clever, but the word I would have stitched into the collar of her soul was strategic. Another might have been cautious.

she worked only for love of the work itself.

don’t ask what if, unless to compare yourself favourably.

Nothing is wasted that’s beautiful.