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464 pages, Hardcover
First published September 15, 2015
























''The story gains power by forcing these endings. Happily after endings. Boring endings. They are all the same.''




Looming over us is a fortress dark as a storm cloud; a clock set in its tallest square tower watches grimly over all. Around the courtyard is a high, bramble-covered wall. In the middle is a wooden post with chains and manacles hanging from it.
Maybe it is safer in this gray fortress to hide your essential self deep within, where no one else can see it.
Not quite enough food, not nearly enough sleep, a little exercise, and punishments now and then to keep us from getting too dull.
We cannot live long, I think, in service to the Godmother.
“We are a line of gray-faced, gray-dressed, bony clockwork females. It’s as if the individual part of each of the other has been stripped out, leaving behind only their skills. I was Nothing. And then I was Seamstress, like them, but … I have a secret, a secret, a silver thimble hidden in my apron pocket.”
“All I know is that she wants me for something, and I cannot let her have me.”