"The rebel demonstration from the previous night has taken out an entire skyscraper. Explosives were detonated from inside - they shot upward, slicing through the building from the Depths to the Aeries."
"The rebel demonstration from the previous night has taken out an entire skyscraper. Explosives were detonated from inside - they shot upward, slicing through the building from the Depths to the Aeries."
"I slip one on, and it fits perfectly, I flex my hands and the fingertip whorls immediately start to warm, filling my entire body with a subtle, inexplicable kind of heat.
I extend my hand and stare: What are these?
I rip off the glove and fix it back to its partner. I might as well keep them for a little while - there are so many pairs, Davida will never know if one is missing."
"It's not that I don't trust Davida. It's just that - well, I'm suspicious. Dirt from the Depths on the fingertips of her gloves, and now this: sneaking off in the night. What is she not telling me?"
Thoughts: Wonder if she's secretly a mystic
"Not only is Hunter an illegal, unregistered Mystic, but his mother is Violet Brooks. She's running for office and attacking my family."
"I feel so at home here with Hunter, even though the Block, the Depths, are as different from the Aeries as anything I can imagine."
"But now that I know I didn't overdose, that I've never used Stic, how do I know that anything I've been told about Thomas is true?"
"So this is Violet Brooks. The Mystic who's running against Garland. Something about her is familiar to me, though I have no idea why."
Spoiler: It's Hunters mom
"That's why we're all so happy about you and Thomas! Once you're married, no Mystic will ever have a shot at public office."
"So is that why you're working for my father?"
"That's just a perk. I believe in rules, Aria," Elissa says. "There must be an order to things. It's what keeps anarchy at bay. Your father believes that, too. He's a great man. I promise you - Manhattan would be chaotic without men like your father and George Foster. And someday soon, women like you."
"Patrick and I are only drained once a year, so we're able to keep up some of our powers and a semblance of regular life. Otherwise, we'd never function at the office."
"Why are more mystics drained than are needed to fuel the city?"
The governor sputters as he's swallowing his wine, making a choking sound."
"Lyrica." Tabitha spews out an address. "If anyone can help you, she can." She turns and says, "They'll have noticed that I left by now. I've got to go." A cough racks her skinny frame. "Wait until dark, the follow the lights. Trust me. You'll find your answers. "
"Our energy is part of how we communicate," Tabitha says. "How we tell people things that can't be spoken aloud." She cranes her neck to see if we've been noticed. "Normally, two mystics can communicate without talking through a simple touch. I no longer have that ability - that's what happens when we're drained. They use some of the energy to fuel the city and store the extra in the spires."
"The rebel demonstration from the previous night has taken out an entire skyscraper. Explosives were detonated from inside - they shot upward, slicing through the building from the Depths to the Aeries."
"I slip one on, and it fits perfectly. I flex my hands and the fingertip whorls immediately start to warm, filling my entire body wirg a subtle, inexplicable kind of heat.
I extend my hand and stare: What are these?
I rip off the glove and fix it back to its partner. I might as well keep then for a little while - there are so many pairs, Davida will never know if one is missing."
"It's not that I don't trust Davida. It's just that - we'll, I'm suspicious. Dirt from the Depths on the fingertips of her gloves, and now this: sneaking off in the night. What is she not telling me?"
Thoughts: Wonder if she's secretly a mystic
"There was an explosion earlier tonight on the Lower east side. A... demonstration arranged by those damned rebels." ...... "I'm speechless, numb. She could at least pretend to be sad that innocent people lost their lifes."
"Eight eyes refuse to blink as they stare at me.
They recognize me, and the pale, sunken skin of their faces chills me. Drained mystics. They're everywhere."
"I slowly cross the platform and step onto the bridge that leads toward my family's apartment. In the distance I see a figure slip out the back entrance of my building, the same entrance I used last night. I recognize the person's cloak immediately - Davida."
"You haven't said a word about my locket." Thomas eyes where the silvery heart rests against my collarbone." "You shouldn't wear junk like that," he tells me. "It looks like the mystic crap they sell to tourists." My fiance turns his attention back to his meal. Slowly, I remove the locket. Thomas didn't give it to me. Who did?"
Thoughts: Another reason I think it was not him she was sneaking around with.
"Are you out of your mind? Why would I go to the depths?"
Because that's where we escaped together to be happy. I'm about to say, and maybe we could feel like that again. But his expression is so cross I can't get the words out."
Thoughts: This is sketchy still don't think that Thomas is who she was running around with that everyone is lying to her
Thomas is a straight up a***** I don't like or trust him 😬
"Suddenly, something stirs within me - a memory, an emotion, I'm not sure. It's almost as if a voice in my head is whispering, you love Thomas. Even though I don't feel the truth of it in my bones, if it weren't true, why would I be thinking it? My mind and my body feel completely out of sync."
Thoughts: I think that injection is making her think this.
It's sketchy I've had many MRI's for my brain tumor never took this long felt like eternity but wasn't
I have a feeling her parents did something to make her loose her memory and made a lie up about the overdose.
Wondering if her and this boy had something going on before she lost her memory but they lied and said it was Thomas instead idk seems sketchy to me
"How am I supposed to marry Thomas if I don't even know him?"
"Nonsense, Aria. You love him. You snuck around with him in the Depths, betrayed everything our family stood for, and risked your father's anger - and our downfall. It's a shame your poor decisions have confused what you were obviously once so passionate about."
"I'm elated to feel something besides a crippling sense of memory loss.
Thomas.
I've been taught my entire life to despise him, but he actually seems... nice. Concerned. Sensitive. Maybe if my memory doesn't return, I could learn to love him all over again."
"I hear a rattling sound and realize that something unfamiliar is in the clutch. I open it and peer inside - it's a locker I've never seen before. Silver and shiny, but there's something odd-looking about it. I take it out and feel a jolt of energy run through me. A memory, a feeling, flashes in my head: the locket is mine.
There is a tiny peice of paper inside the clutch too. I unfold it. Written in handwriting I do not recognize is one word:
"Ever since I was a little girl, I have wanted to fall in love. The love you see on TV or read about in books, where you find your missing half --- the person you were meant to be with forever--- and suddenly you're complete. That's the sort of love my parents say I share with Thomas. Why, then, when he touches me, does it merely feel like a touch?
I thought true love would sear me."
"There are those who went into hiding, who refused to register with the government and be drained of their magic. Who lurking in the Depths. Waiting. Hiding. Plotting."
"Most live far away from us, among the poor, in the lower level of the city, known as the Depths---a place too terrible and too dangerous for anyone from the Aeries to even visit. The mystics are servants or waiters or government workers who don't care about revolution or power. All they care about is earning enough to survive."
"My father's words echo in my head: mystic threat.
Once lauded for helping to enhance and strengthen our city, mystics are now feared. Uncontrolled, a powerful mystic's touch can kill an ordinary human."
"No one outside my immediate family, the Foster's, Kiki, and a handful of doctors and nurses know what happened. Apparently, while I was in the hospital, Thomas came to my parents and confessed thar we'd been dating secretly for months. That we wanted to get married."
"I think back to when I overdosed on Stic, an illegal drug made of distilled mystic energy. People take it to feel what it is to be a mystic, to experience super speed, incredible strength, a greater harmony with the world, for a fleeting few moments."
"I am full of nervous jitters. I haven't seen my fiance since I woke up in the hospital two weeks ago with partial memory loss. After my accident."
"Since the end wedding announcement, the entire city has been celebrating the end of the war between Thomas's and my families, or so I'm told"