A Theory of Dreaming (A Study in Drowning, #2)

by Ava Reid

Competent was not enough. She had to be exceptional. She had to prove that she belonged, that she was not too flighty, too vacuous, too vain. For herself, for

The past she carried with her did not have to be a heavy thing. And when she needed to rest, she could put it down.

But what he had not understood until now was this: he could not make the world see him as he wished. Instead the world pressed in upon him, molding, crushing, until he was the shape they made him. Until he fit the image of the enemy. He could protest, but it would be no more effective than beating his fists against stone walls as they flowered up around him, encasing him in his own living tomb.