Liliana Silva

“But we’re not trying to empty the Thames,” she told him. “Look at what we’re doing with the water we remove. It doesn’t go to waste. We’re using it to water our gardens, sprout by sprout. We’re growing bluebells and clovers where once there was a desert. All you see is the river, but I care about the roses.”
― Courtney Milan, The Suffragette Scandal

“I woke up with the kind of headache that makes you regret you ever existed. I didn’t just want to die, I wanted to go back in time and stop my parents from ever making me in the first place.”
― Penelope Bloom, His Banana

“Now, tell me, Mr. Clark. Did you come here to allow me the chance to once again demonstrate my intellectual superiority, or did you have some actual business?” “You don’t need to demonstrate your superiority to me. I take it as a given on all fronts.”
― Courtney Milan, The Suffragette Scandal

“I’m Edward Clark. Born Edward Delacey. Now, apparently, Viscount Claridge.” He shut his eyes. “You can address me by my preferred title: 'you idiot'.”

Marshall’s eyes were narrowing on this. “What have you done to my daughter, you idiot?”

“To my great regret, I…” Edward’s hands were clammy. “It’s…” God, it would be better if lightning could just strike him now. “I can’t—that is, I seem to have married your daughter.”

Marshall looked about the yard, as if searching for Free. When he didn’t find her, he turned back to Edward.

“You regret marrying my daughter.” His voice sounded calm, if one could call the cold, black embers after a fire had burnt out calm.

“No,” Edward said. “Never that. She regrets marrying me.”
― Courtney Milan, The Suffragette Scandal