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1 " My nails clawed against the smooth tiles as I pushed up onto my hands and knees. I rose unsteadily to my feet.Speed is my ally. Breathe. In and out. Focus. Time is my power. "
― Lori M. Lee , Gates of Thread and Stone (Gates of Thread and Stone #1)
2 " The only people who knew how to navigate the Labyrinth were the residents, and we liked to keep our secrets. "
3 " I drew in lungfuls of air, relishing the scent. The decay lingered here as well, but not like in the city. This kind of decay promised new life. "
4 " But I understood why people would want to believe in those sorts of things—they made the world feel less lonely. And you never knew what a person could do fueled by hope. "
5 " Was I seriously ogling his wrist? "
6 " You’re not dead,” I whispered, focusing on that truth. I pressed against him. “I’m not dead.” “Stay that way.” He swept his thumb along my knuckles. “You got it. "
7 " alone, he could do whatever the drek he wanted. "
8 " DEATH LIVED IN a glass tower at the center of the White Court. "
9 " Death smiled. “Time has ever been my ally. "
10 " I had read the rules. Just not all of them. "
11 " had to get Reev out of here, back to what was real, even if that reality wasn’t as bright and happy as this one. "
12 " couldn’t think about it now. There would be time later for breaking down. If I survived this. "
13 " Yeah, but I’ve seen what you can do. Nothing is impossible after that. "
14 " Maybe insanity was the price of eternity. Nature’s way of keeping balance, "
15 " Thanks,” I said, “for your protection. And for making the Void feel . . . not so lonely. "
16 " imagined sunshine would smell like this. "
17 " I kept one eye on Avan and the other on my tray. The bread roll actually steamed— it was fresh. The beans were covered in a brown sauce that didn’t look like mud. I’d never seen carrots that were so orange, and the corn glistened with what could have been real butter. I had tried butter once when a friend brought it to school, but it had been rancid. "
18 " It’s only two more weeks. And we have the time. Whatever Ninu decides to do with your brother, any alterations with permanent damage would require months to complete. “Permanent damage,” I echoed. “You keep focusing on the wrong details,” Irra said. "
19 " What are you?” I asked. “The hunger that cramps your stomach. The decay that shrivels your crops.” He dragged his fingers along the wall. It blistered and rotted beneath his touch. “The shadows that carve into your cheeks.” He folded his elegant, slender hands at his waist. His golden- brown eyes were soft and warm and terrifying. “I have been known as Famine. But call me Irra. "
20 " I kept expecting an ambush. I was glad it hadn’t happened yet, but this strange welcome worried me. "
