He leant in further, his minty breath fresh. "This is what I'm going to do. I'm going to steal you." My heart fluttered. Why didn't I hate him? This fairy-tale had gone all wrong...
Liesel is fighting. Her face is as pale as snow. Her hair is as black as coal. Her lips as red as blood. She is a single rose in the midst of a war. And she will fight. Oh, she will fight.