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309 pages, Hardcover
First published January 14, 2020
History, no matter who writes it, cannot hide the blood on its hands. But neither can it hide those who lived it.
“Powerful men may count you as lowly as an animal, Lavinia,” he says, “but remember that the Lord counts men hating you as a sign of that which is holy within you.”
“Those who go looking for demons always find them,” Tante says. “Even in angels.”
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"'We can't ask him to hide everything about himself,' his father said. 'He didn't do anything wrong.'
'When has that ever mattered?'
"Because so often, that was what being Romani meant. It meant being blamed. It meant holding your ground as best you could, because if you gave every inch they asked for, they would drive you off the earth. And sometimes it meant they did anyway."
"My story was not fairy tale of a cruel-hearted girl whose shoes danced her to death, or a kindhearted one who threw her red shoes into the river. This was not a story about a wicked queen made to wear iron heels, or a lovely, golden-haired girl in slippers of glass.
This had been about a fever, a nightmare, a dance made into a curse.
It was about women turning their own fears into their sharpest blades."
"We are more than what we've survived"