Megs

“What a curious experience, to learn the truth of one’s own character.”
― Nancy Bilyeau, The Blue

“He paused to scratch at his periwig again. Kendra couldn’t help but wonder how often he cleaned the thing, or if it was infested with lice or some other bug. She was grateful that she was sitting opposite him.”
― Julie McElwain, Ripples in Time

“Consider what people will think when they hear this: A woman on a battlefield. A woman fighting in an army. A woman sent to free a city from siege. It is laughable, no? And there are many at court laughing already. At you, at me, at poor le Maçon, despite all the arguments he has made in your favor. They laugh, too, at the Dauphin for even meeting with you. But I will tell you something I have learned in my forty-eight years. Either a woman must be raised high, higher than the heads of men, or she will be crushed beneath their feet. So, we must raise you high. We must raise you to the height of the heavens themselves. We must dress you in the very mantle of God. Do you understand, Joan? Or must I summon le Maçon to explain?”
― Katherine J. Chen, Joan

“Good day, Mrs. Tilly,” Meg called out cheerfully. “The poor dear ain’t been right in the head since she lost her daughter ter smallpox,” she told Kendra and Alec, not bothering to lower her voice as she crossed to the French doors that led out into the gardens. “She doesn’t speak to us, but sometimes we hear her talkin’ ter her dead daughter.” “Good ’eavens,” Molly whispered, eyes rounding. “’Ow terrifyin’.” “It might be more terrifying if they heard her daughter talking back,” Kendra remarked, earning wide-eyed looks from both maids and a soft chuckle from Alec.”
― Julie McElwain, Ripples in Time