A Court of Hearts and Hunger (Wicked Darlings, #2)

by Rebecca F. Kenney

Maybe love is simply reminding someone how wonderful they are, how strong they are. Showing them the shining potential you can see. Lifting them up to be the best of themselves.

I don’t want you to ‘commit atrocities’ for my sake—that would break my heart.” “But part of you loves that I’d fracture the world for you.” She gives me a wicked little smile of admission.

I still marvel at how connected we are, she and I. Two beings of a different race, gender, and background, yet we are parallel hearts, matched souls, mirrored minds. Distinctly ourselves, and yet attuned to each other, almost from the moment we met.

No human leaps into a deep hole in the ground without being just a little mad.”

“Not so much a coin,” muses the Hatter. “More like… a looking glass. A reverse image. Matched and opposed at the same time.”

What is wrong with me? I don’t know who I am anymore. I’ve changed since I fell through that hole—I’ve become someone else. Someone new and strange. I have this fear, that if I looked into a mirror, I wouldn’t recognize myself at all.