Book of Night (Book of Night #1)

by Holly Black

Charlie Hall. Drawn to a bad idea like a moth to a wool sweater.

“I will get back to you very soon,” he said ominously. “Good evening, Ms. Damiano.” Because that wasn’t creepy at all.

With no good ideas, she was going to go for the bad one. They better carve that on her tomb. The Charlie Hall credo.

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He turned to her. “Pretend I didn’t say any of that. If you can, pretend tonight never happened, Charlie.” She smiled a little, trying to regain her equanimity. “Then what are we doing together out in the cold?” “Whatever you want,” he said, and kissed her. A desperate kiss, his mouth bruisingly hard.

She watched as her shadow-self arched her back and rose up off the stairs at an impossible angle. Without Vince’s shadow, it was like being in the grips of a demon lover. Possessed. Reaching for someone who wasn’t there.

“The Liber Noctem details the method by which a Blight can acquire and maintain enough substance to pass for human.”

And then she was in two places, as though there were more than three dimensions to the world. Her consciousness split. She was both the person screaming and trying to claw at his hand and she was something else, which rammed into him from the side.

sometimes she’d drink the water but forget to tap the plant, and sometimes she’d just forget to drink the water. How was she going to remember to give blood to a shadow every day?

To the Charlatan, If you found this, things have gone all the way wrong. The key is abandon all hope.

Charlie got out of the car. “See you later, alligator,” she said, leaning on the door. Posey grinned. “After a while, crocodile.”

“Charlie Hall,” he whispered into her hair. “There will never be anyone like you.”

There’d always been something wrong with Charlie Hall. Crooked from the day she was born. Never met a bad decision she wasn’t willing to double down on. “I’m a good enough thief to steal a shadow from a tower,” she told him. “I can steal back your heart.”