A Spindle Splintered (Fractured Fables #1)

by Alix E. Harrow

Unless we change them. Unless we grab our narratives by the ear and drag them kicking and screaming toward better endings. Maybe the universe doesn’t naturally bend toward justice either; maybe it’s only the weight of hands and hearts pulling it true, inch by stubborn inch.

And maybe the dying girl rules are garbage, and instead of just trying not to die we should be trying to live.