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Broadway, Alice

 
9781338196993: Ink

Synopsis

A deliciously dark, gorgeously written YA mystery that'll prickle your skin . . . and leave a permanent mark.

There are no secrets in Saintstone.From the second you're born, every achievement, every failing, every significant moment are all immortalized on your skin. There are honorable marks that let people know you're trustworthy. And shameful tattoos that announce you as a traitor. After her father dies, Leora finds solace in the fact that his skin tells a wonderful story. That is, until she glimpses a mark on the back of his neck . . . the symbol of the worst crime a person can commit in Saintstone. Leora knows it has to be a mistake, but before she can do anything about it, the horrifying secret gets out, jeopardizing her father's legacy . . . and Leora's life.In her startlingly prescient debut, Alice Broadway shines a light on the dangerous lengths we go to make our world feel orderly--even when the truth refuses to stay within the lines. This rich, lyrical fantasy with echoes of Orwell is unlike anything you've ever read, a tale guaranteed to get under your skin . . .

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À propos de l'auteur

Alice Broadway is a former theology student from England. She wrote Ink as part of NaNoWriMo and now writes full-time in Lancashire where she drinks more tea than necessary, cheers on her husband as he wrangles their three children, and enjoys brainstorming new stories in her yellow camper van.

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We are not afraid of death. When your marks are safe in your book, you live on after you die. The life story etched on to your body is kept for ever – if you're worthy. When we preserve the words, pictures and moments imprinted on our skin, our story survives for eternity. We are surrounded by the dead, and, for as long as their books are still read and their names are still spoken, they live. Everyone has the skin books in their homes: our shelves are full of my ancestors. I can breathe them in, touch them and read their lives. But it was only after my father died that I saw the book of someone I'd really known.

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