A Deadly Education (The Scholomance, #1)

by Naomi Novik

I love having existential crises at bedtime, it’s so restful.

And they didn’t stop at safety, either. They wanted comfort, and then they wanted luxury, and then they wanted excess, and every step of the way they still wanted to be safe, even as they made themselves more and more of a tempting target, and the only way they could stay safe was to have enough power to keep everyone off that wanted what they had.

And we all get the illusion of a chance. But the only chance they’re really giving us is the chance to be useful to them.

But hope is good strong drink, especially when you can get someone else to buy it for you.