♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ ♢ val (valiant by holly black)
"She tried to think back, past the table-scored food and the phone call home. There had been a monster and a sword made of glass, then a needle in her arm and a rush of power that still filled her with longing. She scrambled into a sitting position, looking down at new clothes that proved her memories were not formed only from bits of half-remembered dreams. Dave’s arm had bled, and strangers had done whatever she told them, and magic was real."