" To hurl one's few possessions into a carpetbag and embark for a new adventure was the only solace. To leave behind one's woes in a damp and fogbound land, awaking in brilliant sunshine, the air heavy with spices and the promise of fresh endeavors, this was true happiness. A train bound for anywhere, a ship unfurling its sails for some new shore. Steam whistle and snapping canvas, those were the lullabies that soothed a savage soul. "

― Deanna Raybourn , An Unexpected Peril (Veronica Speedwell, #6)