From the Bookshelf of Addicted to YA…

❝ Cain lifts a hand to my face like a father caressing a newborn, his papery fingers cold against my skin. “You are a Mask, yes,” he whispers. “But you are not finished.

❝ Cain lifts a hand to my face like a father caressing a newborn, his papery fingers cold against my skin. “You are a Mask, yes,” he whispers. “But you are not finished. You are my masterpiece, Helene Aquilla, but I have just begun. If you survive, you shall be a force to be reckoned with in this world. But first you will be unmade. First, you will be broken.”❞

❝ “Skies,” Afya says. “I thought you told me you loved stories. Have you ever heard of a story of an adventurer with a sane plan?”

“Well, no.”

“And why do you think that is?”

I am at a loss. “Because . . . ah, because–“

She chuckles again. “Because the sane plans never work, girl,” she says. “Only the mad ones do.“ ❞