The paperbook book Eris was reading sits abandoned, overturned on its pages, spine comfortably cracked. A line of tape borders the edge of the cover flap. I look at her. "Did you paste over a different cover?" Juniper flits by, arms in the air. "Eris likes us to pretend I'm the only one who reads the romance novels." "You can laugh," Eris says, blushing. "But I'm holding the future of your skin hostage." [with a tattoo needle and ink] I crane my neck to peek at the book again. "Romantic." "Dangerous." "Dramatic."

— Gearbreakers by Zoe Hana Mikuta (Page 246 - 247)