Maegan Angerine «QUICK - Review»

She had never intended to become a myth. But myths, she was beginning to understand, did not ask for permission. They simply found the person quiet enough, patient enough, and angry enough—just the right kind of angry—to listen.

Maegan was a librarian by trade and a tinkerer by obsession. She spent her evenings alone in her flat above the bookshop, dismantling metronomes, reassembling toasters, and reading pamphlets on horology with the same fervor others reserved for romance novels. She was twenty-nine, with copper-colored hair that she kept pinned up with a pair of vintage tweezers, and a face that looked perpetually like it was about to ask a very quiet, very important question. Maegan Angerine

Maegan Angerine had never intended to become a myth. She had simply wanted to fix the clock. She had never intended to become a myth