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511 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 15, 2020
Did Clary ever have to think about the dangers of being picked up by police while at a party?
Would Jude ever have been questioned about the legitimacy of her presence at an Early College program?
When America was selected as Maxon’s queen (disclaimer: I’m just pulling this out of a hunch, I never got past book 1 lol), did his people ever hurl racial slurs at her?
“Don’t make your life about the loss. Make it about the love.”
"Some truths only tragedy can teach. The first one I learned is that when people acknowledge your pain, they want your pain to acknowledge them back. They need to witness it in real time, or else you’re not doing your part."
“Typical anger can hinder or help. But the kind that burns in your gut? That’s fury. And fury is meant to be used.”
“I’m a daughter whose mother was taken from her.
Acceptance, I decide, is for people whose parents just died with no reason. True accidents or illness. Acceptance is not possible for murder.”
"Where do we begin?"
"At the beginning."
“Love is a powerful thing, more powerful than blood, although both run through us like a river.”
“And then I’m in the air, leaving the earth and trees far behind me.”
“But when your entire world is shattering, a little bit of magic is… nothing.”
“I don’t cry for my mother’s death. Or for myself. I cry because these strangers in the hospital—the nurse, the doctor, the police officer—don’t know my mother, and yet they were closest to her when she died. And when your people die, you have to listen to strangers speak your nightmare into existence.”
“Who’s the literary nerd? The quoter or the one who recognizes the quote?”
“My father says focus is death’s most precious gift.”
“Death doesn’t give gifts.”
“Because death breaks our connection! I want to scream. Death is not a thread. It is the sharp cut that severs us. Death separates us from one another, and yet it holds us close. As deeply as we hate it, it loves us more”
“For the first time, I wonder if maybe Sel’s right and I am born of shadows. Or maybe those shadows aren’t who I am, but I keep finding my way to them anyway.”
“He can’t be more than eighteen, but something about his features doesn’t belong to a teenager—the cut of his jaw, the line of his nose. His stillness.”
“This boy is not part of the plan. Not the beginning, middle, or anywhere in between.”
“How does this boy navigate my emotions like a seasoned sailor, finding the clear skies and bringing them closer, when all I seem able to do is hold fast to the storms?”
“You’re not a damsel to me, Bree. You’re a warrior. You’re strong and you’re beautiful and you’re brilliant and brave.”
“You are remarkable.”
“Growing up Black in the South, it’s pretty common to find yourself in old places that just… weren’t made for you. Maybe it’s a building, a historic district, or a street. Some space that was originally built for white people and white people only, and you just have to hold that knowledge while going about your business. (...) You gain an awareness. Learn to hear the low buzzing sound of exclusion. A sound that says, We didn’t build this for you. We built it for us. This is ours, not yours.”
“They are past-tensing my heart—my whole beating, bleeding, torn heart—right in front of me.”