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379 pages, Hardcover
First published February 6, 2018
"What are monsters but mortals corrupted?"
"I ran my fingers over the letters etched into stone. I thought of the day we buried Papa, of his limestone gravemarker standing next to the little wooden crosses of his brothers and sisters - my aunts and uncles, most of whom had died before they had even drawn breath. In time, those crosses would wither and rot away, leaving nothing but their names in the village register behind. And even then, ink faded and paper dissolved to dust. All that remained of a person once they were gone was a legacy, which would linger only as long as you were loved or hated. Immortality was memory."
„The uncomfortable proximity of so many anonymous strangers was beginning to get the better of me and I flinched and twitched at the slightest touch like a skittish thing. The last time I had attended a ball, I had been surrounded by goblins and changelings, but these black-and-white-clad guests were no less frightening. In many ways Vienna was a place far stranger and more dangerous than the Underground.”