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150 pages, Hardcover
First published January 4, 2022
“Sometimes she felt like the world where she’d been born was the most nonsensical of them all. Sure, gravity always worked and clouds didn’t talk, but people told lies big enough to block the sun, and everyone just let them, like it was nothing to revise the story of an entire world to make yourself feel better.”![]()
“A jack-o’-lantern might be beautiful, but it was still something that had been cut open and hollowed out because someone wanted it to suit their idea of what a pumpkin ought to be. It wasn’t its own self anymore. Cora couldn’t wait to be a jack-o’-lantern.”
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When Eleanor West had decided to open her school, her sanctuary, her Home for Wayward Children, she had known from the beginning that there would be children she couldn't save. Children whose journeys had broken them in ways she was unequipped to handle; children whose parents refused to understand the difference between harming them and healing them. Still, she had looked at her probable losses with open eyes, and decided that the cost was worth it. Still, she had placed the sign in the window, and hoped it would be enough to guide them home, to harbor, to her. No solicitation. No visitors. No quests.
No one was coming to save her. This was how she saved herself.
"I am not your door." After a pause for thought, she added, "But I might be my own."
The headmaster's voice was gentle, even compassionate. He did care about them, in his way. It was just that his care didn't help them the way he liked to pretend it did. A jack-o'-lantern might be beautiful, but it was still something that had been cut open and hollowed out because someone wanted it to suit their idea of what a pumpkin ought to be. It wasn't its own self anymore.
Cora couldn't wait to be a jack-o'-lantern.

“A jack-o’-lantern might be beautiful, but it was still something that had been cut open and hollowed out because someone wanted it to suit their idea of what a pumpkin ought to be. It wasn’t its own self anymore.”