Jul 7, 2015
Here’s Maia at last, walking toward the car with a brown paper bag. Long legs in ragged shorts. Maia’s body was Cass’s own discovery; she’d suspected that under the pressed khakis and sweater sets lurked an angel waiting to be unearthed, and she’d been right, though it took her a while to prevail. Maia, like a princess imprisoned in a tower, just waiting for someone to come tell her to let her hair down. Cass has stolen plenty in her short life, but Maia is by far the greatest heist she’s ever pulled.
Sarah McCarry, Dirty Wings
