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272 pages, Hardcover
First published March 7, 2023
"Helena -" Hyde interjected.
"Don't chastise me," she snapped, snipping off the last bit of thread. "The man is a predator of the highest order. A wolf."
"A monster," I said quietly.
Hyde stared into the hearts as orange flames lit up the room. "Are we not all monsters in some way?" he asked.
"Some of us are, but it is because we have been made monstrous by the world." Helena stood up and pressed out the front of her dress. "Sir Danvers Carew is a monster by choice. He enjoys inflicting pain and humiliation on others. There may be salvation for the rest of us, but not for him." She gave me a quick nod and left without another word. (page 151)
"I am a seller of rare things," she said. Her brows were white as snow against her fawn skin as she raised them. "Does that surprise you?"
"I don't think so," I said. "I don't know what I was expecting."
"Ah, well, that's a good thing. I ask for a certain level of secrecy. Rare goods always pique the interests of the authorities, except of course when those rare items are going to the white men who run the British Museum. Funny, that." (page 229)
"His brilliance wasn't diminished because he cared for Gabriel," she said. "You could have minded your own business! You could have been there for him regardless!"
"And be ostracized for it? Shunned in polite society."
"In case you hadn't noticed, that polite society thinks you're nothing but an uppity Black man who has overplayed his hand." She sighed and her shoulders rolled forward. "They hate us. They always have and still you strive to be among them. You think if you have enough money and power you can be one of them. You can't. And neither can Henry and neither can I. And why should we want that? Wake up, you fool!" (page 250)
Sir Carew shoved me toward the door. "This is over for you! Go run to your slum and make sure to write your father and tell him what a disgusting disappointment you are!" (p. 140)
"You've hated me since I set foot on this campus," I said angrily.
Samuel shrugged. "I can't deny it." (page 102)