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1 " I'm curious, though, and my father said that if I could be curious instead of afraid, things would probably work out some kind of right. "
― Nghi Vo , Siren Queen
2 " What's so great about being seen?" Tara demanded. "What's so important about that?"She might have had the words for it, but I didn't. They locked up in my throat, about being invisible, about being alien and foreign and strange even in the place where I was born, and about the immortality that wove through my parents' lives but ultimately would fail them. Their immortality belonged to other people, and I hated that. "
3 " Nemo's daughter held a light in her, pure and silvery, and it was not fueled on hate. It burned steadily in her heart, so strong that surely it would never go out, never be extinguished, and the siren could feel herself reach for that. "Beautiful but not pure," my mind whispered while I begged. Nothing we had done in the shadows of the Friday fires was pure. It was better than that. It was true. It was everything I was and everything I could be—was meant to be—if only I dared. It twisted inside me, hungry and vicious and clever. "
4 " I wasn't good with other girls. I felt strange around them, all competition tangled with a desperate urge to please and belong. "
5 " You must have been happy." She puffed a soft breath between her lips, shrugged. "I was free. That's better than happy. Happy came later. Are you?" "I will be," I said firmly. "Both. "
6 " I wanted what Clarissa Montgomery had, the ability to take those looks, to bend them and to make them hers, to make the moment hers, to make the whole world hers if she wanted. I wanted that, and that want was the core of everything that came after. "
7 " What’s your name?” I asked her after making a study of her face for a half dozen years. There was a cragginess to her features, her strong nose and her sharp jaw. It would crash ships rather than launch them, but I never knew a woman who didn’t want to crash at least a few ships. "
8 " When I looked at Michel de Winter, old god that he was, I could see the worship in his eyes, a kind of helpless love that didn't even want to help itself. To see her was to love her, and a wanting rose up in me like an ache. I wanted someone to look at me like that; I wanted to change the world simply because I could. "
9 " I would never be adorable and bubbling over with praise for myself and others. Instead, I was still and cold, and had to hope that was enough. "