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464 pages, ebook
First published June 5, 2016
She liked the idea that there were a hundred different Kates, living a hundred different lives.
Maybe in one of them, there were no monsters.
“Corsai, Corsai, tooth and claw,
Shadow and bone will eat you raw.”
“Corsai, Corsai, tooth and claw,Hell, one of our protagonists is a monster himself. But outside of the setting itself, I found this book emotionless and just...rather dull.
Shadow and bone will eat you raw.
Malchai, Malchai, sharp and sly,
Smile and bite and drink you dry.”
“Sunai, Sunai, eyes like coal,
Sing you a song and steal your soul.”
The night Kate Harker decided to burn down the school chapel, she wasn’t angry or drunk. She was desperate.Yeah. No. I want a character with inner strength. I don't want a character who does whatever the fuck she wants just to get her own way.
Burning down the church was really a last resort; she’d already broken a girl’s nose, smoked in the dormitories, cheated on her first exam, and verbally harassed three of the nuns.
"Plenty of humans are monstrous and plenty of monsters know how to play at being human."
“Leo could turn a part of himself without losing the whole.
Because there was no whole left.
Nothing human.”
“Monsters, monsters, big and small,
"They're gonna come and eat you all.
“It hurts,” he whispered.
“What does?” asked Kate.
“Being. Not being. Giving in. Holding out. No matter what I do, it hurts.” Kate tipped her head back against the tub. “That’s life, August,” she said. “You wanted to feel alive, right? It doesn’t matter if you’re monster or human. Living hurts.”
“Every weakness exposes flesh,” he'd said, “and flesh invites a knife.”
“We are not servants. We are not slaves. We are wolves among sheep. Monsters among men…our time is coming.”
"Plenty of humans are monstrous and plenty of monsters know how to play at being human."
“Why did everyone have to ruin the quiet by asking questions? The truth was a disastrous thing.”
“But the teacher had been right about one thing: violence breeds.
Someone pulls a trigger, sets off a bomb, drives a bus full of tourists off a bridge, and what's left in the wake isn't just shell casings, wreckage, bodies. There's something else. Something bad. An aftermath. A recoil. A reaction to all that anger and pain and death.”
“It's a monster's world.”
“Monsters, monsters, big and small,
They're gonna come and eat you all.”
“I live in a world where shadows have teeth. It's not a particularly relaxing environment.”
"I read somewhere," said Kate, "that people are made of stardust."
He dragged his eyes from the sky. "Really?"
"Maybe that's what you're made of. Just like us."
And despite everything, August smiled.
“Why would you even want to be human? We’re fragile. We die.”
“You also live. You don’t spend every day wondering why you exist, but don’t feel real, why you look human, but can’t be. You don’t do everything you can to be a good person only to have it constantly thrown in your face that you’re not a person at all.”
"She liked the idea that there were a hundred different Kates, living a hundred different lives.
Maybe in one of them, there were no monsters."
“We are the darkest acts made light.”
“You’re not your father.”
Kate tensed imperceptibly at that, then managed to draw her mouth into a small, cruel smile. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Of course,” said Rachel.
Kate leaned in and brought her lips to the girl’s ear. “I’m much worse.”
“Why are there so many shadows in the world, Kate? Shouldn’t there be just as much light?”
“It was a cruel trick of the universe, thought August, that he only felt human after doing something monstrous.”
“I am Sunai,” he said. “I am holy fire. And if I have to burn the world to cleanse it, so help me, I will.”
“He could be the monster if it kept others human.”
“Even if surviving wasn't simple, or easy, or fair.
Even if he could never be human.
He wanted the chance to matter.
He wanted to live.”
"And you?" asked Kate. "Your brother is righteous, your sister is scattered. What does that make you?"
When August answered, the word was small, almost too quiet to hear. "Lost."
“You’re not your father.”
Kate tensed imperceptibly at that, then managed to draw her mouth into a small, cruel smile. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Of course,” said Rachel.
Kate leaned in and brought her lips to the girl’s ear. “I’m much worse.”
"Be careful, parents told their children, be good, or the Corsai will come, but the truth was the Corsai didn't care if you were careful or good. They swam in darkness and fed on fear, their bodies sick, distended shapes that looked human only if you caught them out of the corner of your eye."
"This was the opposite of peace. He felt alive – so alive – but tarnished, his sense screaming and his head a tangle of dark thoughts and feelings and power, and he was drowning and shivering and burning alive."