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389 pages, Hardcover
First published August 18, 2015
“It had been a marvelous tea party.”
“But Damien Thorne was not supposed to be looking at me. He was supposed to be looking at someone with longer limbs, a face with more angles than circles, and a dress that was bought this decade.”
He put a hand on my back—was he going to kill me or kiss me?
The first time the wrens sang at night was three years ago, when I used a rusty saw to cut off Pa’s left foot. The birds drowned out his screams.
Do you think, dead girl, that there’s a special place for girls like us? Do you think we always to go heaven, no matter what we done before?
"Not all monsters are filled with darkness."
"We suspected. We’d told tales. We’d heightened our stories into gross and grandiose lies. And even with all of that, we never really thought we were in danger.”
"This was worse than before. This was more. This was a massacre."
"Boys were curious creatures by nature."
"They say you’re crazy, I’m crazy too.”
"Don’t expect death to play by the rules. Death is not a person. Death cannot be reasoned with. In death, as in life, nothing is fair.”
"It wasn’t just that no one ever touched me. It was that he was the one who just had. My insides strained for more.”
"She was looking at me when the car hit her..."
"That's when Dahlia knew that something was a lot more wrong than boyfriend problems."
"I want to sleep, Wolfie.” She sighs the words, and I see the red veins scrawled across those big gray eyes. “Just a single night without one of them finding me. Pleading. Waking me in the dark.”
"M is for Misha, who stifled his screams . . .”
"Go away, he whispered into the darkness. Tears ran down his cheeks. I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.”
"And now there were whispers of something coming, something catastrophic sweeping ever closer."
"The birds drowned out his screams."
"She wasn't stupid. She was just sad. And young."