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400 pages, Hardcover
First published July 9, 2020
"Nature is but the mould that forms us. Nature might have given you delicate hands, but if you work all day with wood, what happens? ...We can form ourselves, through our labour, through our love, through our desire. We can form our own selves, despite what Nature intends."
A gown arrived and Silence let Griselle put it on them. They buttoned it and stood up, gazing around the room. What different looks they got. So many of the men dropped their gazes immediately, though a few responded with a grin.
I was taken as his bride when I was twelve and he was thirty. That was a year before you were born. My noble husband. Plucks me off the rose bush. Plucks other wild flowers when he chooses. Why shouldn't I make my own bouquet?
'He {Silence} was so used to men's usage
and had so rejected women's ways
that little was lacking for him to be a man
Whatever one could see was certainly male!'