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400 pages, Hardcover
First published November 9, 2021
High magick fell from the stars, and when we found it, we did what humans always do. We decided it was ours to claim.It's been so long since I've felt the magnetic pull of YA fantasy, I wondered if I'd outgrown the genre altogether. But here is definitive proof to the contrary. All this time, I'd just been waiting for a captivating tale to reel me in and All of Us Villains does just that.
“There are no friends here. Only people you kill now, and people you kill later.”
The Lowes did not tell their children monster stories so that they could slay them.
The Lowes told them so their children would become monsters themselves.
It wasn’t easy to feign confidence when she still teetered on the edge of a breakdown.
“You don’t care who gets in your way, or what happens to them if they do. No one in here is a hero—least of all you.”
He was capable of greatness. But only he could see it.
"Their story had never been destined for a happy ending."
“Every twenty years, we send seven teenagers into a massacre and reward the one who comes out with the most blood on their hands”
Monsters couldn’t harm you if you were a monster, too.
A machine. Briony had never thought about the tournament that way before—like each family was combined in seven interlocking mechanisms, twining together to play out the same story generation after generation.
The Lowe family had always been the undisputed villains of their town’s ancient, bloodstained story, and no one understood that better than the Lowe brothers.
There are no friends here. Only people you kill now, and people you kill later.
This tournament wasn’t a place for heroes. It never had been. All the grand deeds her family had celebrated had been bloodshed just like this. And they could call it what they wanted, but Briony knew what they really were.
Villains. All of them.
“If you’re not our friend, you’re an enemy,” the Blair warned.
“That’s how I know you’re full of shit. There are no friends here. Only people you kill now, and people you kill later.”
The only thing worse than making another champion your enemy is making them a friend.
“He tilted his head up, stared into the hazy sky. In less than two weeks, those clouds would turn the crimson color of high magick, like a red-tinged shroud draped over Ilvernath, and the tournament would begin. The Blood Veil would lighten a little bit with every champion’s death, until at last, when only one remained, true day and night would return and seemingly wash all the blood away, just like that.?”
Hendry looked like he was fantasizing about meeting a cute girl, judging from how he kept fiddling with his curls and smoothing the wrinkles in his sleeves.
Alistair was thinking about death.
More specifically, about causing it.
“Theoretically, at least, this curse can be broken. But sacrifice makes any curse grow stronger, and few curses in history have been given this much blood.”
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“You want to know something funny?' he asked. "In a choice between staying here or going home, I'd still choose here. With you.”
“But that was what this alliance led up to. Not a kiss stolen in the dark, or a priceless gift given without being asked. A duel.”
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