More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
The path of existence was nothing but chance, and chance was nothing but a circle of events.
The lost one shall change what is before; Chained to death’s soldiers, becoming evermore; Or Titans will inherit the earth, and there will be nothing but war.
The future hinged before me on a razor-sharp edge: apocalypse and peace were two sides of the same coin.
nullum magnum ingenium sine mixture dementia fuit. There has been no great wisdom without an element of madness.
The infamous Chthonic four—the Houses of Hades, Aphrodite, Artemis, and Ares.
I debated raising my hand—What do we do if we have no powers? Can we opt out of the massacre? Also, who was going to tell them my entire life was a hurdle? I hadn’t stopped hurdling since I’d come out of the womb.
Patro crushed his cigarette, walked inside, and screamed in the other room at the top of his lungs.
He’s trying to shame me in front of everyone. Blankly I stared back. I had no honor. I’d stolen everything I owned. Lived in a cardboard box for years. Showered in sinks all winter when the well water was too cold. His words meant nothing to me. If anything, I was happy for all the heiresses who weren’t allowed to participate in this hell. It was nice that someone was protecting them. Stay honorable, sisters.
The baby onesie I’d been wearing when the orphanage found me also had “1/23/2080” embroidered on it in gold stitching. They thought it was my birthday, which meant I was an Aquarius. An ancient magazine at the library said I had an independent, loyal, quiet, and easily distracted personality. Apparently, I was distracted by smutty drawings of male genitalia. I’m going to hell.
Our future hinges on you getting the fuck up.” A man was speaking, so I stopped listening.
“If you dare harm yourself,” he rasped softly, high cheekbones glinting like razor blades, “I’ll bring you back to life and torture you for all of eternity.”
“I’m so proud right now...this is the best day of my life. I knew you had it in you, bestie. Pussy power, crush the patriarchy! Don’t stop now—murder them all. KILL EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM!”
Everything wouldn’t be so bad, and it would all work out in the end. Delusion was one hell of a drug.
Yes, I’d had a moment back at Corfu where I’d decided to think positive thoughts and live better. Unfortunately, I was a quitter and had already given up.
“I don’t care about your stupid House honor—I grew up homeless, you prick.”
