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384 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 22, 2015
“You took my life and Oliver's life and made them into this book. You made us into monsters, both of us.”
“We're all monsters. We're all careless and cruel in the end.”
The images of our vagabond youth---children of the Shadow Boys, back when we were knotted so tight together---had been washed away by my latest memories of him in Chateau de Sang, raging and snarling and tearing apart the furniture. The fight in him that I had once admired had been transformed from glowing and bright into something you could fall and cut yourself on.
“You took my life and Oliver's life and made them into this book. You made us into monsters, both of us.” – This Monstrous Thing
“We're all monsters. We're all careless and cruel in the end.” – This Monstrous Thing
“Perhaps we all said the right things at the wrong time; perhaps we couldn't help it. Perhaps words became too heavy to haul, and the moment we let them loose was always the wrong one, but they needed to be free.” – This Monstrous Thing
"We're all monsters," I said. "We're all careless and cruel in the end."
It's hard to believe that the people we love can do terrible things to us
He was wearing nothing but trousers, and it seemed a miracle that his metal joints hadn't frozen at that height in this cold. He raised his chin as the wind teased his dark hair, the light from the clock face shafting through it like veins of gold in obsidian. He had his shoulders thrust back, his twisted clockwork body on display.
"You don't know me, Alisdair. We had a few months together and you have spent every moment since then creating some make-believe version of me in your head, but whoever you think I am, I am not. I am not clever and I am not brave and I am not good. I am not any of those things I pretended to be to keep you interested in me."