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340 pages, Hardcover
First published May 18, 2021
“Your Boyfriend Called, He Thinks You’ve Joined a Cult, Please Advise.”
“Self-hatred is an expensive hobby paid for by other people.”
“Do we have to do this everyday? Just say you want a therapist for your birthday.”
“Mary, please strike me deaf until the state line,’ Declan said, checking his mirrors, changing lanes, driving safely. He felt Matthew was taking all this a bit far. Declan had put his identity crises on hold multiple times for the greater good. Matthew had only been asked to do it once.”
“Watching the black-feathered bird rise above the three of them in this strange warm place filled him with a feeling he couldn’t describe, one he’d been feeling more and more since they’d fled. It was like a fullness. A presence, a realness. Before, he had been hollow, drained. No, draining. Becoming empty. And now there was something inside him again.
That enormous, warm feeling was charging up inside Ronan again, big enough now that he could tell what it was: Belonging.”
“It had been so long since he’d wanted something to happen, instead of wanting something to not happen. He’d forgotten what it felt like. It was equal parts great and terrible. It burned.”
“They were going to change the world. They were going to change their worlds. There was no going back. Was he doing this? He must be. What had he been made for, if not for this?”
“Matthew stared at his hands. “What if Ronan made me this way? What if he made me how I am?”
“So what if he did?” She took his hand and jiggled it. “Why do you think Declan’s got his curls? Why do you think Ronan’s an asshole? We all get handed things from our parents. We all have bodies that obey rules that we deal with. We’re not as different as you think.”
“When the kiss was done, Liliana said, “What are you going to do instead? I will come with you, of course.”
But Farooq-Lane’s voice didn’t waver as she replied, “Save the world.”
“This was perhaps what Declan liked the best about all of this, about Jordan Hennessy: She could handle herself. He’d never had anyone in his life who didn’t need him to manage, guard, chastise, protect. He’d never had an equal—he’d never even known he wanted an equal, and now that she was there, he liked it.”
“She longed for the Hennessy in the car, the one who thought she didn’t care about anything. What a splendid liar she was. She cared about everything.”
“Ronan Lynch, what do you want?”
He took a deep, shuddering breath. The fire was burning everything except for them.
“I want to change the world.”
“Your Boyfriend Called, He Thinks You’ve Joined a Cult, Please Advise.”