Threads That Bind (Threads That Bind, #1)

by Kika Hatzopoulou

“I see you. I see your crimes, too.” Io had a second to think—What crimes? To shudder—Which crimes? To panic—I have committed so many.

The moira-born always came in three, like the Moirae, the goddesses of Fate, themselves. The firstborn was the spinner, who could weave new threads. The second was the drawer; she could elongate or shorten a thread, intensifying or weakening the corresponding feeling. And the youngest was the cutter, able to cut whatever thread she desired, even life-threads.

Bianca Rossi ruled from a throne gilded with knocked-out teeth.

Was it so wrong to have this one sweet thing to cherish, a fate larger than life, a destiny beyond the laws of nature?

In the last dregs of sunlight shifting through the high windows, he looked like a painting, both faded and vibrant, ancient and timeless.

“You might survive,” Io told Edei, “but tolerating wickedness seems to me just a slow kind of death.”