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415 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 2016
Every girl with eyes loved Fenrin. But I was not like those prattling, chattering things with their careful head tosses and thick, cloying lip gloss. Inside, buried down deep where no one could see it, was the core of me, burning endlessly, coal black and coal bright.
“I can stop pretending when I’m alone.”
"The thing is, " he said softly, "we're all going to die."
"Yes."
"But the first time you really realize it... how do you get over that?"
She wore big, fake, gold hoop earrings and tiny skirts, and her voice had a rattling screech to it, like a magpie’s.
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“A long wave of his sungold-tipped hair had slipped from behind his ear and hung by his cheekbone. I actually caught a waft of him. He smelled like a thicker, manlier kind of vanilla.”
“The Graces. We want to be them, and love them, and for them to love us. It’s a curse. Don’t you see? The Grace curse.”
“Yeah. I think sometimes you must get bored of how much everyone worships you, when maybe they don’t know the real you. Maybe the real you are darker than the one you show the world.”
I am what you become when you decide that what you are is good enough. I’m tired of trying to be less. I no longer wonder whether something like me should be allowed to exist.
I do exist. I do exist.
They think I’m powerful.
They haven’t seen a fucking thing yet.
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“Oh, Fenrin, you have no idea the lengths you’d have to go to get me to hate you. I’m not going anywhere.”She may not have verbalised her thoughts but it made me downright cringe. The phrasing didn’t help.
“It started in dorm room, while the teacher, Miss Franks, called attendance. She said my name.Okay, so what was her name? So much time was spent on her given name and yet nobody utttered it, instead opting for “new girl” when addressing her. This might not seem like such a big deal but in combination with everything else, I was considerably irritated.
[…]
Niral's eyebrows rose in surprise. ‘Oh,’ she said. ‘You mean River?’
[.…]
Miss Franks waited for me to say something, then cleared her throat. ‘Her name is not River, Niral.