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when you visit the Garden, there is a promise you must make. a sacred vow you have to take. a toll your soul must pay.
Angelo looked like he had been born to step into the unknown. Lęina had always been told she was born to stay at home.
“And you don’t feel something alive in books? Haven’t you ever felt the kiss of fabled winds brush across your face?” Lęina whispered. “Haven’t you ever found yourself floating in an infinite space? Haven’t you shed tears for characters you’ve never known? Felt emotions that can’t possibly be your own?” Angelo stared at Lęina as though transfixed. “You don’t know that feeling?” Lęina pushed. “Deep, deep in your heart?” “I think I do . . . ,” Angelo finally answered. “Then you think books can be alive.”
She felt her inner world had formed its own inner world and now she was too far down her own soul to hear.
She could smell sadness like a fragrance sprayed in the air. Something young girls dotted behind their ears. She smelled the way men carried sadness in their chests, always given to them by their fathers, or a girl who broke their heart.
THE GARDEN did you know you were born with magic? deep inside your chest? did you know you carried power in your wombs the power to break tombs a power they wished did not exist? did you know you could awaken this power take hold of all you are owed? ask yourself, dear, be bold— are you ready to transform?
