“Everything was strange and beautiful and swollen with possibilities.”
More from Holly Black
“Santa’s not fair. Rich kids get everything and poor kids get secondhand crap their parents…”
“Of course I want to be like them. They're beautiful as blades forged in some divine fire.…”
“You set me up,' I say. 'One big con. You can't blame me because I turned out not to be…”
“He looks like the good boy he's never been.”