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304 pages, Hardcover
First published April 8, 2014
The problem with prophecy is that someone has to actually ask the right question at the right time for me to produce the answer to it.
I was born in Michigan, in the cold and the snow, but four years here had made me a child of the heat. I did not miss the cold, nor the brittle stares of the girls who had once been my friends, before my gift had turned them against me. Who wants a friend who only speaks the truth?


I shrugged, a slight apology for intruding where I wasn’t wanted. I had nothing to add, no explanations. I didn’t know what it meant. Who talks to dirt?


"Have you seen Jade?" Delilah asked me, her bright red fingernails cutting into my elbow.
"Not me, no, not I. Not today, not today, she's gone away." I bit my tongue, hoping there were no more verses. I hated the singsong answers most of all.