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

by Holly Black

But what about all those girls, all those obedient girls who trusted and loved and wed and died? Weren’t they bold, too? I bet you don’t think so. I bet you think they were just stupid.

You know I hate it when people don’t like me.

Sometimes, for all her love of human things, she seemed entirely alien.

“She was. And I seduced her away from him.

I HATE THIS MAN!!!

What if all of our whispered words and kisses and embraces meant nothing to him? I wasn’t ready to admit to my foolishness, but I was angry all the same. Angry at you, angry at him.

Be good, but not too good. Be pretty, but not too pretty. Be honest, but not too honest.

“Wicked girl. Yet you let your sister take the brunt of my ire. That wasn’t very nice, was it?”

CARDAN<3

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

You were probably tired of being tired.

That doesn’t justify what I did, though.

at least she's self aware?