Chapters (90)
- PROLOGUE
- 1849
- ONE
- TWO
- EDINBURGH
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- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
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- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
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- THIRTY-SIX
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- FIFTY
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- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
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- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
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- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
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- SEVENTY-THREE
- SEVENTY-FOUR
- SEVENTY-FIVE
- SEVENTY-SIX
- SEVENTY-SEVEN
- SEVENTY-EIGHT
- SEVENTY-NINE
- EIGHTY
- EIGHTY-ONE
- EPILOGUE
- HISTORICAL NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Extract from A Corruption of Blood
- 1850
- ONE
He wanted to say that it was a more complex matter than that, but he did not wish to encourage further scrutiny. She was older than him, wiser than him, and he feared there was little he could hide from her. He wondered, then, why he wished to.
Raven thought about the men Gabriela must have had before him. He did not contemplate it in a way that was jealous or disapproving. Rather, he wondered what version of herself she had presented to each of them. He wondered at the lives with which she had intersected, the many people she had been.
‘Gabriela, you have lived in several different places, uprooted yourself and started again. Is it possible to become someone else, to create yourself anew? Or do you always bring with you the person you truly are?’
Gabriela traced a finger across Raven’s chest.
‘I think the question you must ask is who it is you wish to become. Do you even know?’
‘I wish to be a successful medical practitioner. Respected by my peers and sought after by patients.’
‘Why would you need to change yourself in order to do that? It is everything you have been educating yourself for.’
‘Yes, but in Edinburgh the standards and expectations are so high, and I fear I will betray myself somehow. It is a place where reputation is everything.’
Gabriela raised an eyebrow and stared intently at him.
‘You would speak to a woman such as myself about reputation? If you had any notion of the disdain to which I have been subject …’
‘But that is why I ask. Can you truly become the person society expects? Or is it always a matter of wearing a mask to hide your flawed nature?’
Gabriela considered this a while before answering.
‘If you wear it long enough, a mask will become a comfortable fit. But you risk losing the man behind it.’
Raven thought it sounded a price worth paying.
‘I have been to London, Paris, Vienna, Leipzig, and now Berlin. I have studied at great institutions, learned at the hands of great men. I should feel transformed, and yet in many respects I fear I have not changed at all. I thought that the more I learned, the more I experienced of the world, the more of a man I would become. I thought that I would feel certain of myself. But instead I feel as though the world just keeps getting larger and I am not growing to meet it.’
Gabriela nodded, giving him a sympathetic look that was at once comforting and yet made him feel like a child.
‘I suspect that you have journeyed long enough, Will Raven. If you have become lost, there is only one place you can be sure to find yourself.’