No one asks how or what I am doing. They could not care less. Weโre all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as theyโd like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance. A fissure forms in the vessel. Iโm cracking open.
Libba BrayWhat --- you don't believe in true love?" Petra asked. "The kind that can then be parlayed into awesome merchandising opportunities?" - "Beauty Queens
Libba BrayFor once, Evie didnโt know what to say. She hadnโt really thought of her uncle as very human. He was more like a textbook who occasionally remembered to put on a tie. But it was clear that he was, indeed, human, with a deep wound named Rotke.
Libba BrayNo person has ever held all the power. There must be a balance between chaos and order, dark and light. With the Temple magic bound to you, the realms are no longer in balance. The power could change you... and you could change the magic.
Libba BrayI knew it. Youโre an alien,โ said her former best friend, the pale, bespectacled creature with the spectacular cleavage. โYes, Iโm an alien and I still made cheerleader. And now Iโm going to steal your boyfriend to prove girls canโt really be friends.โ โI sat back timidly when you torched my house, killed my parents, and ate my dog. But now youโre stealing my boyfriend? Thatโs a step too far!
Libba Bray