The Caraval Complete Trilogy (Caraval, #1-3)
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“But
Paige (semi-hiatus again)
Is Julian the legend? Where is the third ticket for the sister
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“Tell me the real reason you’re here,” she said. “Trust me when I say you’re better off not knowing.”
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With a shudder, she saw that the lazy sailor from the boat had partially been an act, and if he’d desired, she realized Julian could have kept that performance up, continued to play the part of a boy who’d happened upon her and her sister and this entire game by accident.
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“Your sister was using me as much as I used her.”
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“I still can’t help.” The woman divided a slightly panicked look between Julian and Scarlett. “Rules of the game. If she’s here, you’ll have to find her on your own.”
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“But—” Scarlett started to argue, yet Julian’s expression stopped her. Something in it went beyond caution and looked much closer to fear.
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“I was just going by to check on you. Did you sleep well in my room?” Coming from Dante, the words sleep and my room sounded more than a little scandalous. “Who’s at the door, my love?” Julian moved behind Scarlett. He didn’t actually touch her, but the way he slid close was just as proprietary.
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Not quite sure how far she’d already fallen, she imagined loving him would feel like falling in love with darkness, frightening and consuming yet utterly beautiful when the stars came out.
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All the air raced from Scarlett’s lungs. In every other dream Legend’s face had not been clear, but this time she could see him perfectly. His handsome face held no emotion, his light-brown eyes were void of warmth, no hint of a smile curved his lips; he was a shadow of the boy she’d come to know. Julian.
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How he’d been in love with a girl who’d broken his heart by marrying another. Had her grandmother been Legend’s Anna—
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It wasn’t until Julian stepped out of the room that she could breathe once more, and she realized: when he left, it felt as if he was closing the door on her as well.
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She remembered thinking falling for him would be like falling in love with darkness, but now she imagined he was more like a starry night: the constellations were always there, constant, magnificent guides against the ever-present black.