It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.
Libba BrayBeggin' your pardon, miss, but I was told you be the one to help me cross on to the next world."
"Who told you this?"
His eyes widen. "A fearsome creature with a head full of snakes!"
"You musn't fear her," I say, taking the man's hand and leading his toward the river. "She's as tame as a pussycat. She'd probably lick your hand given the chance."
"Didn't seem harmless," he whispers, shuddering.
"Yes, well, things are not always as they appear, sir, and we must learn to judge for ourselves.
Goodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.
Libba BrayWhen it is time for me to visit Brigid, I find her awake in her little room. "That's awl righ', luv. I don' care to forget, if it's all the same," she says, and there are no rowan leaves at her window anymore.
Libba BrayWe created order out of chaos. We made beauty and shaped history. We kept the magic of the realms safe in our grasp. How has it come to this?"
"You've not kept it safe. You've kept it to yourselves."
She shakes her head to dismiss the thought. "Gemma, you may still use the power for much good. With us to help you-"
"And what, pray, have you done to better the lot of others?" I ask. "You call each other sisters, but are we not all sisters? The seamstress ruining her eyesight to keep her children in porridge? The suffragists fighting for the vote? The girls younger than I who would ask for a living wage, whose working conditions are so deplorable they were locked in a burning factory? they could make use of your precious help."
She holds her head high. "We would have done so. In time."
I snort in disgust. "It is daunting to be a woman in any world. What good does our power do us when it must be kept secret?"
"You would prefer bold voices to illusion?"
"Yes.
I am not asking you to understand, Papa. I'm asking for you to accept."
"Accept what?"
Me. Accept me, Papa. "My decision to live my own life as I see fit."
It is so quiet that I suddenly wish I could take it back. Sorry, it was only a terrible joke. I should like a new dress, please.
Only ninnies go to Penny's.
Libba BrayAnn turns to me. I know she's waiting for some hint of kindness-a kiss, an embrace, even a smile. But I can't muster any of it.
"You'll make a fine governess." My words are like a slap.
"I know," she answers, a slap of her own.
What’s the difference between an undead and my last boyfriend? One is a soul-sucking beast from hell and the other is an undead.
Libba BrayChin held high, Miss Ohio beamed at an imagined crowd. "I want to be a motivational speaker."
"What are you going to motivate people to do?"
Smile still in place, she cut her eyes at Adina. "You know. Motivational ... stuff.
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