" She sat on her porch those first nights, wrapped in the brackish tidal air. The future’s breeze split across her face and joined up again behind her. She felt herself a spinster whose sudden new suitor must be either sadistic, blind, or a confused fortune hunter. She’d read all the cautionary fairy tales and knew the one inevitable outcome. Still, she consented to this courtship, and even decided to court it back. "
― Richard Powers , Plowing the Dark