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352 pages, Paperback
First published August 23, 2016

"My brick. My house. My whole wide world." She slid through the demolished wall. "My turn."
It is the ugliest aspect of human nature that we fear what is most different from ourselves with such violent contempt
You keep sacrificing young maidens until you’ve burned through them all but the monster will still be there, will still be waiting, will still be a monster. I’ve ceased appeasing monsters.
“Questions are good,” Jackaby said. “Questions are to the clever mind as coal is to the stoker. I will worry more when we run out of them.”
“Look, I don’t know that I fully understand her, either, but that doesn’t matter. I don’t need to understand someone to respect them. I think she’s very brave.”
“How is she brave?”
“How?” I considered. “There are lots of people out there who are terribly hateful. She could avoid a whole lot of trouble and dress and act as they want her to, but she chooses to be herself. That’s brave. Also— the last time we met she stopped Jackaby from hurting the men who hurt her. They might have killed her. Kindness is an act of bravery, I think, just as hatred is an act of fear. I’m sure you can appreciate that not all strength is muscle, Mr Finstern. She has a strong spirit, and I believe she is very brave about the way she chooses to use it.”
“You’re nothing but a ripple in my wake, you worthless trash. I made you!”
“You didn’t make me,” Jenny said gently. “I made myself, and I will continue to make myself forever after. What you did to me? That made you. It made you a murderer and it made you a monster. They buried the girl you killed. I’m the spirit you couldn’t kill. You have no power over me.”
Spending my life as a disappointment proved to be an instructional childhood, though. I learned a great deal about power, Detective. I learned a great deal about how to control it, about how to make it, and about how to take it.
“Just be careful.”
“Don't go down the wrong streets, you mean?”
“Yes, exactly.”
“You’re a sweet girl,” she said in a kind tone that made me feel less sweet and more woefully naive. “But open up those pretty eyes. For me, they’re all the wrong streets.” Her voice broke just a little and she swallowed and straightened, pushing past the moment by force of will. “I don’t want to be careful, Miss Abigail. I want to be Lydia Lee.”
“You will remember that monsters pick on the weak and the harmless because it is the monsters who are afraid.” He held the final stone in his fingers and stepped to the edge of the bubbling pool. “And they are right to be afraid.”