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381 pages, Hardcover
First published August 8, 2017
This was how normal people survived their own fairy tales. They became their own kind of monster.
“This must be why the demon took their hearts. Because it was the only way a human might survive this—by hollowing themselves out.”
“A demon as knitting outside the hospital.”
“This must be why the demon took their hearts. Because it was the only way a human might survive this—by hollowing themselves out.”
“Nothing comes for free. We just don't know what it'll cost.”
A person could trade away a piece of themselves for a wish come true.
She was a girl held together by knitted yarn and magic.
That made her feel safer; nothing truly bad could happen while there was a herd of toddlers trundling about like slightly drunken wildebeests.
She had walked willingly into a fairy tale, into a world where she could trade her heart for her freedom. She may as well have donned a red cloak and strode into a darkened forest.
She had always known there would be wolves.
Actions fueled by desperation. They were the worst kinds of decisions, because desperate people could see the error of their ways and simply not care. They would rush headlong into a bad situation because they could see no other options.
This was how normal people survived their own fairy tales. They became their own kind of monster.