In Mercy, Rain (Wayward Children, #7.5)

by Seanan McGuire

The Wolcott twins had started from the same place. They had never once been the same.

Please believe me when I tell you that sometimes, a poor resurrection is worse than no resurrection at all.”

she didn’t cry out, so she was either dead or would be fine.

The other children at school had been envious when she told them how little she’d been expected to do, but expectations had been low because no one had believed she was capable of anything.

the only thing Jack could do right was nothing at all.

I’m going to stay here for the rest of my life, and someday this is going to be my protectorate, my windmill, and I’m going to dance with the lightning and laugh with the thunder, and no one will ever tell me I look like my sister again.”

“The Moors spin on stories, and this is a classic one: the formerly dead maiden and the mad scientist’s beautiful daughter.”