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.

What Locke had done—even if it was awful to you, it was a grand gesture. It meant he cared for me.

Be bold, be bold, but not too bold. Be good, but not too good. Be pretty, but not too pretty. Be honest, but not too honest. Maybe no one got lucky. Maybe it was too hard.

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

But you can be more than that. You can be the teller. You can shape the story. You can make all of Faerie love you.”