““They had heard, no doubt—what she was. The Thirteen had heard. Not just a half-blooded Crochan … but the last Crochan Queen. And her sister … her half sister… Manon stared at the shadowed, wooden ceiling. She could feel that Crochan’s blood on her hands. And her cape … that red cape was draped over the edge of the bed. Her sister’s cape. That her grandmother had made her wear, knowing who it belonged to, knowing whose throat Manon had slit.””
