Excerpt: "...Just admit it. The arrangement failed. The belonging was forced, and conditional. The whole world changed, and you? You did the mighty work of pretending it hadn't. The ninth house, for all its Chiron-scarred apprehensions, is where the next version of your life begins..."

Excerpt: "...you’ve been doing the feeling for everyone. You’ve been cooking the meals, reading the moods, adjusting the temperature, absorbing the tension, and calling it love when what it is, at this stage, is emotional control dressed in an apron..."

Excerpt: ".. You've built yourself a beautiful little enclosure there, and you've been sitting in it making art. Or making love. Or making pleasant conversation with someone whose company requires nothing of you except charm. Meanwhile, your eleventh house is on fire..."