Katrice’s Reviews > The Unicorn Hunters > Status Update

ideals became cold, abstract things when a man sat with them, day after day, behind four obstinate walls and a door that might never open.

Passion was for ordinary flesh, not for a body that could be bartered and conquered and offered like territory.

He had seen too much of men to be anything but impatient with them.

Women died in childbed every day, and it did not matter if you were a queen or a korrigan or a fishwife. The cold hand came for you and that was that.

A duchess lived at the center of everything but also at strange remove, every friendship freighted with the knowledge that she could order the friend killed or make their fortune forever.