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My Sister, the Serial Killer

by Oyinkan Braithwaite (Goodreads Author)

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“Because to remember is to fill the present with the past, which meant that the cost of remembering anything, anything at all, is life itself. We murder ourselves, he thought, by remembering”
― Ocean Vuong, The Emperor of Gladness

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“What I am is the Indian who can’t die. I’m the worst dream America ever had.”
― Stephen Graham Jones, The Buffalo Hunter Hunter

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“Some people keep their heart tucked so deep, they hardly know it’s there. But you, you have always worn it like a second skin. Open to the world. You feel it all. The love and pain. The joy and hope and sorrow. It will make your life harder, but it will also make it beautiful.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

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“Do you know any real magic? Grand magic? The kind in stories?"

He took her hand, pressed his lips to her knuckles, then he rested their clasped palms against his heart. "Only this," he said as morning drew near. "Only this.”
― Leigh Bardugo, The Familiar

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