The Book of M

Then I saw it tilt its head ever so slightly to the side, all by itself. There was a moment of coldness, like the entire room had dropped twenty degrees. I tried to take a breath, but I couldn’t move. Then it was gone.

I hope of all things, I forget you last, Ory. I hope I forget you even after I forget where we're going. I'd rather drive forever and never reach New Orleans, but still remember you

We need to take care of what we can do before we sit around and worry about what we cant.

The memory means more, the more it’s worth to you—and to who you are.

The amnesiac gave Hemu back the book.

that once a shadowless has forgotten everything, it also forgets it’s hungry or thirsty, or even that it needs to breathe.

The first shadowed person Ory had met since the Forgetting took Arlington. And probably the last.

it was a thing she looked at only from the periphery, never head on, the way he now did with Max. It was just too painful.

Ahmadi was standing in the kitchen when Zhang walked in at dawn after the army’s first night there, bent over the cutlery drawer. “Do you know where the spoons are?” she asked. They both stared at each other for a moment, and then Zhang burst into tears, startling her so badly she jumped and the drawer fell out of the counter, spilling everything. It was so fucking normal, he couldn’t stop crying.

Do you know where the spoons are?” she asked. They both stared at each other for a moment, and then Zhang burst into tears, startling her so badly she jumped and the drawer fell out of the counter, spilling everything. It was so fucking normal, he couldn’t stop crying.

gone. “He told me about a sandwich

No one escaped—either because they were someone who lost their shadow, or because they were someone who loved someone who lost their shadow.