The Marrow Thieves (Marrow Thieves #1)

by Cherie Dimaline

If you make something happen you can count on it being for sure.”

So she would ask me to tell her stories, innocently enough, but desperate for some understanding, the understanding that was withheld from her youth so that she could form into a real human before she understood that some saw her as little more than a crop.

she made me feel like I needed to be a better person just through her existing.

So much laid to waste from the miscalculation of infallibility in the face of a planet’s revolt.

And a man without dreams is just a meaty machine with a broken gauge.

“We go to the schools and they leach the dreams from where our ancestors hid them, in the honeycombs of slushy marrow buried in our bones. And us? Well, we join our ancestors, hoping we left enough dreams behind for the next generation to stumble across.”

If I hadn’t been flooded with adrenaline and worry I would have mouthed each one after it was said, shoving them into my pockets like sweets to suck on later.