THE DIVINERS | LAIR OF DREAMS | BEFORE THE DEVIL BREAKS YOU | [UNTITLED]
He comes! The King of Crows! A creature emerged from the woods, a sticklike man, with the air of a praying mantis, but the enormous blue-black feathered coat he wore gave him the bearing of a usurper king. On his head was a stovepipe hat that swirled with shadows. Lightning crackled all around him. A Gordian knot of black silk rested at the stiff, rounded collar of his shirt like an undertaker’s tie. The center was stuck through with a shining gold pin, a radiant all-seeing eye shedding a lone lightning bolt tear.
“We are a country built by immigrants, dreams, daring, and opportunity. We are a country built by the horrors of slavery and genocide, the injustice of racism and exclusion. These realities exist side by side. It is our past and our present. The future is unwritten. This is a book about ghosts. For we live in a haunted house.”
I’m not enough, she thought. That was the
terrible echo shouting up at her: Fraud,
fraud, fraud. She got drunk and talked too much and danced on tables. She
had a temper and a sharp tongue, and she often blurted out things she instantly
regretted. Worst of all, she suspected that was who she truly was—not so much a
bright young thing as a messy young thing.
such fear in the world. But love was everywhere if you looked. It was the best
thing about humans. That they could stare into the abyss and still open up
their hearts. A spit in the eye to fear.
“You’re the real McCoy, Sheba. You don’t need to fake it.”
Evie sat up, glaring. “I did not come to this party to hear a lecture from you, Sam Lloyd. You steal people’s wallets. Don’t act like you’re better than I am.
“Me? Sure, I’m a thief and a con. But not you, kid. Unfortunately, you care. I know you.”
“No you don’t,” Evie said, lying back again. “You just think you do because you’re my pretend fiancé. But nobody really knows anybody. We’re all just a bunch of Pears soap ads walking around clean and neat, ready to wash away to slivers.”