Emily pounded on the door, assuming it would do no good, but finding the act of pounding very satisfying… — M. K. Hobson

Emily already knew there was going to be hell to pay, and she supposed there was no use allowing it to accrue interest.

“It is a great weakness of credomancers, Miss Edwards. They often believe their own press.”

”You’re a credomancer, too,” Emily said.

“I’m also a woman. Failure, struggle, and doubt are my constant companions. They are not always pleasant, but they inoculate me against overconfidence. As such, I would not trade them for all the arrogant bravado in the world.”

She was painfully aware that doing one’s best was never assurance that it wasn’t the wrong choice anyway.