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Melissa Albert

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    And while they're being told, stories create the energy that makes this world go. They keep our stars in place. They make our grass grow.

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    Every time we left a place, I felt the things that happened there being wiped clean, till all that was left was Ella, our fights and our talks and our winding roads. I wrote down dates and places in the corners of my books, and lost them along the way.

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    His expression mirrored what I felt—the black-hole suck of exhaustion that strikes after a trauma. When everything has changed and your messed-up brain is flying around the stars—then your body and all its needs imposes itself, cutting you off from madness.

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    I didn't understand why her eyes were so bright, why she was breathing so hard. "This book isn't for children," she said shrilly.

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    I have a soft spot for my kind-- and look where it got me. Rules exist for a reason. But. /But/... You can't finish your story, but you can change it. /Technically/ speaking, you can. You can choose another ending, and destabilize it from the inside. If you fail to close the loop, the story might let you go. In theory.

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    I made my way here alone for a long while. It took some time to find my place. It took more time to become somebody worth protecting.

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    I rolled my eyes so hard, i saw my brain

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    It chilled me to my marrow. Life never turns out how you imagine it will when you're young. Everything is smaller than you think, or too big. It all smells a little funny and fits like somebody else's shirt.

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    I walked a block on rubbery knees, feeling the way I did the time a van clipped my bike and sent me reeling into a line of parked cars. Ella had dropped her cigarette and jumped on the fallen bike, screaming at the top of her lungs as she sped after the car. Bleeding in three places, I watched her go, glad she knew I'd rather have retribution than comfort.

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    I wanted my mom, in a way you maybe can’t ever want anyone else. It was primal and sharp and it made me feel like a needle in the haystack of a cold and terrible world. I wanted my mom.

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    I wanted that uncaring, 'here's your blood and guts and your fucked-up happy ending' fairy-tale voice... And it was perfect. There are no lessons in it. There's just this harsh, horrible world touched with beautiful magic, where shitty things happen. And they don't happen for a reason, or in threes, or in a way that looks like justice. They're set in a place that has no rules and doesn't want any. And the author's voice... is perfectly pitiless. She's like a war reporter who doesn't give a fuck.

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    Not yet?' I said. 'What does that mean, not /yet/?' 'It means the only way out is through. Through the woods, through the story, through the pain. Did you think you'd get what you want for /free/?

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    Once upon a time,' I whispered, "there was a girl who got away.' The light burned a little less brightly through my lids. Maybe. 'Once upon a time there was a girl who changed her fate,' I said, louder. The words ran together like beads on a string. Like a story, or a bridge I could climb-- up, up, up, like a nursery-rhyme spider. 'She grew up like a fugitive, because her life belonged to another place." I held my fingertips out, feeling the ice of them melt the wall's fine, hot fizzing. 'She remembered her real mother, far away on an Earth made of particles and elements and /reason/. Not stories. And she ripped a hole in the world so she could find her way home. And she lived happily ever after in a place far, far from the Hinterland,' I said. I begged. 'And the freeze left her skin. And she found her real mother in the world where she had left her.' Slowly, slowly, I opened my eyes.

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    She talked like a woman who knew more books than people.

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    Toute ma vie, j’avais cru que nous étions poursuivies par la malchance, sous forme de mauvais temps, de désastres, de catastrophes naturelles et de pure méchanceté humaine. Et si tout ce temps, nous étions en réalité poursuivies par l’Hinterland ?

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    We have a choice, and we're choosing it. This isn't fate, Finch, this is getting bullied by supernatural assholes.

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    We were checked in by a man who looked exactly how the guy checking you in at a cheap motel in the middle of the night is supposed to.

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    When a world dies, it doesn't go out with a whimper.

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    Why did you make me?' I asked her, before she could speak. I felt like a convict standing on a gallows with a noose around my neck, asking about the nature of God. 'Why like this? Can I really end my story? Were you ever going to let me go?' 'Let you go?' Her voice was honey on razor blades. 'Go to /what/? This is your purpose-- the start of your story. This is what you were made to do.' 'So you lied. I can't really change anything.' She smiled at me, a tender smile that sent fear jackrabbiting through my blood. 'You wouldn't want to... can't you see that yet? The Stories are perfect. The Stories are /worlds/. I made a whole world just for you, and in it you get to do what no one else gets to: you get to live, and live, and live. And everything will come out the way it's meant to be, no matter what. I made it that way.' 'But how is that living?' I whispered.

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    You'll do fine without a story,' she said comfortingly. 'Who needs a story?

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    You say stories run until you stop telling them,' I said wildly. 'Can't you just decide then? To stop telling mine-- to let me go?