The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

by Holly Black

“I won’t always obey you,” he said softly. “One night you will ask me for something I cannot give.”

“Every hero is the villain of his own story, wouldn’t you say?”

“Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.”

He reached into the bag and drew out an odd array of manga, ripped paperbacks of books both classic and modern, and a small stack of crumpled magazines. “See, I even brought some things to read aloud. I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so there’s a bit of everything.”