In New Bethel, we take the word serious. We whip whores, we hang thieves, and we burn sorcerers. - M. K. Hobson

But it was impossible to remain so long in the company of a female, even a divine one, without suffering some form of disillusionment.

Sadly, there is a fine line between patriotism and paranoia.

“Still feeling guilty, are we? I’d have thought you’d be over that by now.”
“I have a nettlesome little thing called a conscience,” Emily hissed. “Ever hear of it?”
“They’re out of fashion in New York,” Stanton said, and though she guessed she was joking, he didn’t sound humorous.