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

by Holly Black

BE BOLD, BE BOLD, BUT NOT TOO BOLD, LEST THAT YOUR HEART’S BLOOD SHOULD RUN COLD.

what about all those girls, all those obedient girls who trusted and loved and wed and died? Weren’t they bold, too?

They trust the wrong people. They fall in love.

Let’s start with a love story. Or maybe it’s another horror story. It seems like the difference is mostly in where the ending comes.

“I’m not sure I ever learned how to be particularly kind.

She had no idea how dangerous a broken heart could be. You do, though. You know.

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

his words were enough to make my sympathy sour.

I was jealous of the way he’d openly admired your defiance.

Maybe Locke liked that I was sensitive. He’d protected me, maybe he wanted someone who needed protecting.

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.”

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

I had been a fool to love him.

“Why are you looking at Jude like that?” I asked. “I can’t help it,” he said, never taking his gaze from you. “I’m drawn to trouble.”

I hated the way he looked at you.

“Love is greedy,”

“Sometimes it’s easier to be mad at the people close to us,” Vivi said, “than to be mad at the people who deserve it.”

I want Locke. I’m not afraid of his secrets. And you’re going to forgive me. You have to.