“When I arrived at the graveyard, Silla and her brother were sitting together snacking on cookies. They both wore jeans and sweaters and had blood on their foreheads. Like a gruesome splotch jerking you out of an otherwise pastoral scene.… — Tessa Gratton Copy Share Image
“I looked back at Eric. I hated that his eyes were closed. Like Josephine wasn't really paying attention to me. But she had so many other eyes. Rat eyes. Fox eyes. Crow eyes. "Josephine. Tell me why you want the spell book. Why does any of that matter if all we ever need is blood?" "You want to talk philosophy,… — Tessa Gratton Copy Share
“She was asleep. In my car. I stood next to the passenger side for a minute, looking down at her. The sun made her… — Tessa Gratton Copy Share Image
“By lunchtime, the glitter was flaking off my mask. Three pearls dropped off and rolled down the tiled hallway.” — Tessa Gratton Copy Share Image
“I grinned, and a burst of shocked laughter shoved out of me. I'd done it! I'd beaten that bitch, and could see again. I'd won. With only my blood. I climbed to my feet, cradling my throbbing hand against my stomach, and looked out over the cemetery. The first real thing I saw was Silla, stumbling toward me. Her hands… — Tessa Gratton Copy Share
“There are some consequences so unacceptable we have to fight against them every day.” — Tessa Gratton Copy Share Image
“My friends love me terribly, and their grief will be a screaming storm if I die.” — Tessa Gratton Copy Share Image
