thinking about the shared universe of Worth the Candle and Hamilton, where women exist as narrative devices; as NPCs; as sidekicks and love interests; as keepers of the narrative, all of these always in stories about men
- “let me be a part of the narrative, in the story they will write someday”
- “I was never going to be one of your knights of the Square Table. Even if I put my heart and soul into training, I was never going to be able to match the people you would pick up along the way. I’d at best be a wallet for you, or a love interest if I –”
- Eliza spending fifty years continuing Hamilton’s work after he dies
- twelve-year-old Raven devoting her life to Uther’s work
- and searching for him when he’s gone, and becoming the Infinite Librarian to look for a story where he comes back
- “I’m known for being Uther’s knight,” said Raven.
- Amaryllis, stuck in a doomed timeline, growing old alone, writing a book for Juniper every year
- “I’m burning the letters that might have redeemed you”
- removing yourself from the narrative as the only and final option you have