A Restless Truth (The Last Binding, #2)

by Freya Marske

Elizabeth Navenby was known for three things: needlework, talking to the dead, and an ill temper at the best of times.

At which point Elizabeth had called him an imposing busybody and strode past, leaving Miss Blyth making apologies in her wake. Pointless. Men would never learn to behave if you apologised at them.

he’d never understand. He wasn’t born a girl, let alone one of five. He’d never grown out of childhood feeling himself get taller and taller as the life expected of him grew smaller and smaller, until he could barely breathe for the confines of it.

“Mrs. Sinclair says you look at the world and decide you can live with it or decide you can’t. And if you can’t, you decide what you’re prepared to do about it.”

“Maud Blyth. You are a terror and you should not be allowed to run loose in the world.”

But if I have to create myself every day, with every choice I make, then I want to make the choices I won’t regret when I look back on my life at its end.”