Dorothy Must Die (Dorothy Must Die, #1)

by Danielle Paige

Meanwhile, the only color I had to offer was in my hair, which I’d dyed pink just a few days ago. I was all sharp edges and angles—words that came out too fast and at the wrong times.

“She’s a witch, but she’s Good,” Mom always said. “Now that’s what I call the best of both worlds.”

“But there’s more than one kind of home. And you’re right. You are on your own. We all are, and we all have to learn it sooner or later. If you have to be alone, though, wouldn’t you rather be alone among friends?”

Why? I screamed in my head, knowing she’d be able to hear. Why would you do this? Sometimes only pain can heal, a cold, distant voice answered.

You had to trust me, Gert said. Her lips didn’t move. But you also have to learn not to trust anyone. Even me.

Sometimes you have to bend so as not to break,

You need to gather it up and tell it what to do. It’s just unstable energy. Magic always wants to be something different from what it already is. It wants to change. That’s what makes it magic.

Forgiveness can get you places, I guess. But sometimes you need to light a fire.