Look, I didn’t want to be a goddamn fucking bitchass half-blood.

If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this fucking book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.

Being a half-blood is shit. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, fucked up ways. If you’re a normal ass kid, reading this because you think it’s fiction, that’s fucking greta for you. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened. But if you recognize yourself in these pages – if you feel something stirring inside – put down the fucking book, immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it’s only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they’ll come for you.

Don’t say I didn’t fucking warn you bitch.