Splintered (Splintered, #1)

by A.G. Howard

“Jen said some guy asked you but you didn’t want to go. Why not?”

I shrug. “I have this character flaw? Called dignity?”

Netherling logic resides in the hazy border between sense and nonsense.

Morpheus standing there with enough rage in his black eyes to send the Devil packing for heaven.

Little blossom in peach and red, Trapping boys with your pretty head; Tease and play, be coy and smart, For you will one day break his heart.

“No one knows what he or she is capable of until things are at their darkest.

Ring-a-ring-a-roses / The body decomposes. Hush! Hush! Hush! Hush! / You’ll all tumble down. Down, down, into the deep / Give the Twids our souls to keep. Silent slumber on a web / Ne’er to raise a restless head. If we wake the First will come / And sing us back to sleep as one. Hush! Hush! Hush! Hush! / We’re all slumbered down.

If we fail to find our rest / Sister Two will raid our nest. She’ll make us live as broken toys / Discarded by the girls and boys; And there will no more slumber be / For we’ll be locked in misery. Hush! Hush! Hush! Hush! / We’ll all tumble down.