windrattlestheblinds

It was no good trying to extract more detail than that—the ripping agony blotted out whatever snatches of the other her’s life she might have gleaned.

Madder swallowed against the lump in her throat. “But it means something’s wrong with me. That I’m dangerous, and—and some kind of monster.”

A girl wakes up in an unfamiliar land, with no memory of who she is, where she came from, or how she came to be here.

For months, she’d been looking forward to this; beginning to train with weapons meant she’d finally maybe start to belong in Queensquare.

“Not the gardens,” Madder said again, softer. “Half an hour, or I’m leaving without you. I don’t want to get caught.”

If she acted as if nothing had happened, then nothing had. (Note: chapter breaks in a really awkward place; it's all one long scene. Sorry about that)

All she wanted to do was curl up and wait for the derisive mutterings in her mind to stop.