Dorothy Must Die (Dorothy Must Die, #1)

by Danielle Paige

Was resentment something that grew better in small spaces, like those flowers that Mom used to force to bloom inside in little vases?

“Why does there have to be a beginning and an ending?” the voice asked. “If you ask me, it’s all middle.”

Beautiful was in the way that she moved and spoke. Beautiful was an action as well as a description.

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

“If I don’t come back,” I told her, “find a way to give everyone the plague.”