Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

by V.E. Schwab

As if that’s all their father was: a set of shoulders, a stoic jaw, a hardened voice. A space he can so easily fill.

Alice is no fool. She was raised on good books and bad TV,

“One thing you learn when you live as long as we do, is that nothing’s permanent. Who you were isn’t who you have to be.”

“She didn’t know it then, but it turns out a soul is what makes the sun feel warm against your skin, what gives food taste, what makes you feel full.