Claire Wrenwood

Maggie sees the Sisters gliding through campus, their wings trailing ethereally behind them. She sees everyone who scrambles to give them things, to get other things out of their way, and she wants her life to be that easy. Only later—much later—does she wonder why she never questioned whether they could fly.

The prose in this is so achingly beautiful, but the story is so, so brutal, too. I am still collecting my thoughts. Mostly, though, WOW.