The Lost Sisters (The Folk of the Air, #1.5)

by Holly Black

Looking at you was like looking into a mirror and hating what I saw.

And yes, I told him about you. I told him too much.

You were wondering about your place here, just like I was.

“You’re awful.” He said it as though he was delighted. “And the worst part is that you believe otherwise.”

For a moment, I pictured Locke’s heart shot through with an arrow and then shook my head to get rid of the image. It wasn’t like me to think things like that. It especially wasn’t like me to have a brief jolt of satisfaction from it.

okayyyy jude

You’re a hungry person sitting in front of a banquet, refusing to eat.”

And everyone who saw them adored them—especially Taryn, who was the best and most beloved of them all.

she is delusionallllllll

As Edir’s song drifted through the air, I realized that Locke might teach me lessons, but he wasn’t going to like what I did once I learned them.

oh theyre so similar it hurts

But I am not our mother and I am not going to make her mistakes. I won’t turn back. I know what I want. I want Locke. I’m not afraid of his secrets. And you’re going to forgive me. You have to. You’re my sister, my twin. You’ve got to understand. If I just explain it right, I know you’re going to understand.

she doesn’t haveeee to forgive you babe