The Cure (The Cure Chronicles #1)

by K.A. Riley

At this point, our relationship is more like one between human and feral cat than daughter and mother.

I don’t want to turn into my mother. A hollowed out shell, stuck inside a decrepit house for the rest of my life, breathing stale air and relying on others for my basic survival.

I suppose it is a symbol of salvation. Just not for all of us.

I don’t care where the beautiful blue garment came from. All I care about is that for a few minutes, I felt human.

the hardest thing in the world to ask for help, but don’t be afraid to. Okay?”

“More people in this world are cruel than kind.”

I’m about to serve a twelve-month sentence, my punishment for the crime of being born into a family that wasn’t sufficiently wealthy or influential.

A desire to be admired but not identifiable or vulnerable to those who despise them most.

And all I can think now is that my entire future is a terrifying unknown.

Every moment of my life.

Remember that reality and alternate reality are two different things. You need to learn to tell the difference between them as quickly as possible.

It’s just a prettier version of the Mire, a police state where the enforcers of the law are expressionless drones, the government is a faceless entity, and voicing even the most minor dissent is the greatest sin imaginable.

“Be careful. Don’t ever trust anyone with a rose on his chest—even if he’s your best friend in the world.”

“Caring is for the weak.

“I disagree. I think caring is the only thing that separates humanity from mindless drones,”