The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

by Holly Black

“You are more dangerous than daybreak.”

“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.”

We all wind up drawn to what we’re afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.

“The Lady or The Tiger,” she said, thinking of the drinking game she’d played at the farmhouse, thinking of the story that never ended, of a coin spinning without falling on heads or tails. “My lady, the tiger,”