“Her friends were all asleep, but she dreaded the thought of sleeping. Of dreaming again. What was it like when you remembered having been someone else? Was it like dying? Would she forget she’d ever been Spirit White and had a sister named Phoenix and parents who’d loved her? Would she forget everything that made her her? She didn’t know. If it had been simple—if someone had come to her and said: “Step in front of this firing squad and the world will be safe”—she thought she could have managed ...to do that. But this was different. This was like dying and having to stick around afterward knowing you were dead. Or like something even worse … if there was something worse. If there was actually something worse than that, Spirit couldn’t even imagine it. With all the magic classes there’d been at Oakhurst, there hadn’t been one single one dealing with waking up to find you were a reincarnation of somebody and the person you thought you were didn’t actually exist. Funny thing that.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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