Centaur and Sensibility (The Regency Bestiary for Fine Ladies and Gentlemen #1)

by Quenby Olson

Well, he was a centaur.

Exasperated. That was how he looked, the very dictionary’s definition of the word having leapt from the page and shaped its letters and examples into the figure before her.

It would be nice, she thought, to one day no longer feel like an impediment, an obstruction to someone else’s happiness.

“Oh, all the time. I’ve tried being quiet and biddable, but I’m not very good at it.”