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348 pages, Hardcover
First published May 19, 2015
He drew a breath and closed his eyes, his throat working. “There are a million ways this can end badly, Scar.”
I nodded. “There always were.”
Ruin. Ruin were all around me, and I couldn’t stop it none. I brought it to me like I were calling it down from the sky.
And then he kissed me, and stars flooded through me, glittering and dancing and heating me with their fire as he pulled me to shore. He pulled me up onto the rock, and he kissed me until it were dark.
The pains in our love were never far below the surface, like the blood in the bruises they left.
"You think I shouldn't act for one boy?" I demanded. "You think that England is some higher thing? One life is England. Every life is England."
ARC, pg 35
Rob's and my love had always been made in the cracks, the jagged little edges that came from the ruin of something else. It were a place that weren't supposed to be filled with love, but that's how it had always been. Our love filled the broken bits and made us whole again. There weren't no perfect time to love him, not ever, and it had always been with the threat of death and hurt hovering round us. And we'd love each other anyway. Sure, and true.
ARC, pg 61
"There is no safety to be had. Death has walked this far with me as a shadow just behind me, and all I've ever had, chained in a dungeon or hiding in the forest, is my ability to fight. To never give up. To never let this awful world win."
ARC, pg 82
"You were always my freedom, Scar"