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259 pages, Paperback
First published March 22, 2016
"We were like the three Fates, weaving the story together, threads of gold, red, and midnight blue. There would be wolves and tricks and lies and cunning and vengeance in our story. I would make sure of it."
"The dark. It was thick as drying blood, so thick I could have held it in my hands, if they were free, palms filled with it. I could feel the blackness breathing, panting, panting, the dark, the dark, the dark."
“Sometimes I think there must be a hole in your heart . . . one that hurts and makes you roar like an animal with its leg in a trap. Is that it, Poppy? Is that why?”







Wink just laughed, chinkle, chinkle.
"[...] a short, swinging yellow skirt that barely covered the parts it needed to cover."
"She was wearing another short, swoopy sort of dress, that kind that showed more than it hid."
"He beat DeeDee into a coma, right there on the school’s cement steps, he pounded her head on the concrete, knees pinning her down by the chest, her boobs jiggling, his red hair flying around his lanky shoulders, the snow-capped mountains in the background."
You said I was a natural, laughing at all the mortals and their maudlin, trivial lives. . .
This life, my life. . .
It's not trivial.
It's. . .
Mine.
Mine, mine, mine.
"I'd never get the sound of her screams out of my head, or my heart.
Is this what it meant to be the hero?"
