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But the lie had already buried itself inside of Scarlett, as lies that children are told often do.
he moved with the practiced ease of someone Scarlett felt it would be unwise to trust.
like all great—and terrible—stories, his started with love.
Scarlett might have wondered if her father had harmed her mother, but he’d gone rabid once Paloma had left him.
Scarlett always thought of her mother as a magical person,
Julian put a hand to his heart. “On my honor.” Scarlett wasn’t sure she believed Julian had much honor.
“I said I’m offering a bargain; I’d just like to borrow your voice.”
Okay Ursula
“Welcome, welcome to Caraval! The grandest show on land or by sea. Inside you’ll experience more wonders than most people see in a lifetime. You can sip magic from a cup and buy dreams in a bottle. But before you fully enter into our world, you must remember it’s all a game.
Dreams that come true can be beautiful, but they can also turn into nightmares when people won’t wake up.”
don’t let your eyes or feelings trick you.”
flashing her a look made of lies and other sinful things.
Scarlett imagined this to be the sort of place where a person could be lost and never found.
He risked what he’d wanted so she would be all right.
My little liar, Julian mouthed,
on this isle secrets are valuable.
If people know what you want the most, it can be used against you.
her first impression of him, tall, roughly handsome, and dangerous, like poison dressed up in an attractive bottle.
A gentleman would have protested, but Julian was not a gentleman.
the world of Caraval was Master Legend’s great playground.
Legend saw all during Caraval.
Tella was the most important person in the world to Scarlett, but it always broke Scarlett to know her sister did not feel the same way.
While Scarlett often feared men, Tella was the opposite, always chasing after the wrong ones, hoping one might give her the love their father withheld.
he was the type of boy Tella would have called uselessly pretty,
He had the sort of profile meant for sculptors and painters.
she felt as if that tattoo somehow defined him.
He continued to smile at Scarlett, the way Scarlett always hoped a boy would,
Then he threw her off the balcony.
This shouldn't be as funny as it is
green light, the color of malevolent things.
Feathers covered the carnage, as if a rebel angel had gone mad.
because scarlet was my favorite color.
Nice is not what Caraval is about.”
Legend knows how to take care of his guests.”
If you think my moral compass is damaged, his doesn’t exist.”
nice seemed like a word people used when they had nothing better to say.
If he’s looking for an island bride, it’s probably because his family is inbred, which also means he’s unattractive.”
fate seemed like a larger, omnipotent version of her father,
“It is not fate, it is simply the future observing that which we crave the most. Every person has the power to change their fate if they are brave enough to fight for what they desire more than anything.”
Red. The color of love and heartache and other things both virtuous and vile.
as if she too had a heart near her mouth, but it was shattered into pieces.
Follow the boy with a heart made of black.”
Either Tella could be the thing Scarlett chased after, or Scarlett’s fear could be what chased Scarlett away.
Despite his rough handling, not a stone was missing or chipped or broken.
Scarlett’s father had required she learn the proper way to say thank you in a dozen languages, but none of those phrases seemed like quite enough in that moment.
“Legend likes his prisoners to feel like guests.”
Light brown, the color of caramel and liquid amber lust.
Sometimes he gazed at her as if he wanted to be her undoing, but just then it was as if he wanted her to undo him.
Chills
It came in cool shades of forget-me-not blue, which wrapped around her like evening fog, making her feel hidden enough to acknowledge that she wanted to experience more of Caraval’s pleasures than she would ever have admitted out loud.
As pretty as a watercolor and dressed as bold as a trumpet in a golden gown,
This girl was that hot sunny day in the middle of the Cold Season,
“They didn’t travel here for truth, they came for an adventure, and you just sent them on one. Maybe they won’t find anything, but perchance they will; the game sometimes has a way of rewarding people just for trying.
