The Atlas Paradox (The Atlas, #2)

by Olivie Blake

(If you do not know precisely where impossibility begins and ends, then of course it cannot constrain you.)

Without Libby for a counterweight, there was nothing to temper his recklessness. Nothing to anchor him at all.

The effects of her displacement from their anatomy as a group seemed imperceptibly compounding, like an infection that went undiagnosed. They could go on without her, of course, but the loss would surely prove significant given enough time. Slow internal bleeding, the toxification of a kidney. A tiny puncture somewhere in the constitution of an otherwise healthy lung.

one thing Parisa had come to learn was that other people’s view of her said far more about them than it ever did about her.