Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

by V.E. Schwab

“Careful. In nature, beauty is a warning. The pretty ones are often poisonous.”

But María has known, all her life, that she is not meant for common paths, for humble houses and modest men. If she must walk a woman’s road, then it will take her somewhere new.

“You will learn, it is better to bend than to break.” María stared into the hearth. “Why should I be the one who bends?”

(She is used to wanting plenty, but it is another thing to be wanted.)