The obsessive rules of etiquette struck Emily as mean-spirited, like the old trick of tying someone’s… — 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.

Emily pounded on the door, assuming it would do no good, but finding the act of pounding very satisfying indeed.

“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.”