All This Twisted Glory (This Woven Kingdom, #3)

by Tahereh Mafi

It was always an unsettling business, being psychoanalyzed by spiders.

Fate, he thought bitterly, was only romantic when one was destined to be the hero.

He’d been afraid to go near her; he hadn’t been ready to hear her voice, to look into her eyes. He was terrified she’d go and do something brutal, like smile at him.

“Of course I am afraid!” Alizeh said, laughing even as her eyes teared. “But don’t you see? If I let fear keep me from doing what is right, I will always be wrong.”

“Let us hope for the day when we might all remove our masks, and live in the light without fear.”