At the end of a criminal’s life, it’s always the small mistake, the coincidence, the lark. The time we got too comfortable, the time we slipped up, the time someone aimed a little to the left. I’ve heard Grandad’s war stories a thousand times. How they finally got Mo. How Mandy almost got away. How Charlie fell. Birth to grave, we know it’ll be us one day. Our tragedy is that we forget it might be someone else first.
Holly BlackEven from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.
Holly BlackThere’s people who do things and people who never do—who say they will someday, but they just don’t. I want to go on a quest. I’ve always wanted to go on a quest. And now that I have one, I’m not backing down from it. I’m not going home until it’s complete.
Holly BlackJones looks like he wants to slug me, which is only subtly different from his usual way of looking at me like I'm a slug.
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