A Spindle Splintered (Fractured Fables #1)

by Alix E. Harrow

Ariel might have given up her voice for a dude, but Aurora barely uses hers:

It’s a lie but I let it stand because she did the same for me, and sometimes lies are lifeboats.

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

suddenly I saw her as my mere reflection: a girl with a shitty story. A girl whose choices were stolen from her.

it seems that some dying girls follow different rules and dedicate themselves to saving others, rather than themselves.

I don’t know if I believe in love at first sight in the real world, but we’re not in the real world, are we?

Bruises fade, after all.

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

This is a stone-cold lie, but I don’t call her on it. Some lies are important.

I’ve never thought about the future. I never had one.