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

by Holly Black

Let’s start with a love story. Or maybe it’s another horror story.

“How does it feel?” he asked. “To be stuck in a fairy tale?” “How does it feel to be one?”

when pretending seemed like it might be too hard, we just didn’t ask each other the questions that would require it.

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.

“Love is a noble cause,” Vivi reminded her. “How can anything done in the service of a noble cause be wrong?”

He was dressed in a velvet doublet, with buttons of carved jet. Loose black curls framed his sharp cheekbones and a mouth set in a cruel line. He’s handsome, but that makes his horribleness worse, somehow.

that. I suppose that’s one good thing about being obedient and faithful and good. People think you will never surprise them.