A Spindle Splintered (Fractured Fables #1)

by Alix E. Harrow

Even among the other nerds who majored in folklore, Sleeping Beauty is nobody’s favorite. Romantic girls like Beauty and the Beast; vanilla girls like Cinderella; goth girls like Snow White. Only dying girls like Sleeping Beauty.

It was my own shitty story made mythic and grand and beautiful. A princess cursed at birth. A sleep that never ends. A dying girl who refused to die.

how are you getting home?? portkey? there’s no such thing as portkeys asshole. A brief pause. and i thought we agreed never to mention joanne or her works ever again

Strangers tend to imagine that sick people are looking for ways to die with dignity, but mostly we’re looking for ways to live.

In that moment he reminds me of Charm’s parents, or maybe my own: a person whose love is a burdensome thing, a weight dragging always at your ankles.

Their love has hung above me like the sun, a burning brightness I could survive only if I never looked straight at it, never flew too close.

I’ve always resented people for trying to save me, but maybe this is how it works, maybe we save one another.

The last thing I think is how ironic it is, how fucking hilarious, that Charm should spend her life trying to save me, and I should die trying to save her, and both of us would fail.