He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.
Holly BlackShe'd always been a little contemptuous of beauty, as though it was something you had to trade away some other vital thing for.
Holly BlackShe sits up. I canโt read her expression, but her cheeks look a little pink. โI didnโt think you were going to be here.โ โI live here.
Holly BlackLife's full of opportunities to make crappy decisions that feel good. And after the first one, the rest get a whole lot easier.
Holly BlackBut now I wonder--what if everyone is pretty much the same and it's just a thousand small choices that add up to the person you are? No good or evil, no black and white, no inner demons or angels whispering the right answers in our ears like it's some cosmic SAT test. Just us, hour by hour, minute by minute, day by day,making the best choices we can. The thought is horrifying. If that's true, then there's no right choice. There's only choice.
Holly Black