He would not let this world kill him slowly. He deserved a place here, too.
This is what Fate means: to be opposite, to be opposite to everything and nothing else but opposite and always opposite.
Ronan said, “I’m always straight.” Adam replied, “Oh, man, that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told.
At the end of the day, this was the difference between Hennessy and Jordan. While Hennessy imagined flinging herself from a roof and falling, Jordan imagined flinging herself from a roof and flying.
Each of her girls started life as Hennessy, thinking like her, acting like her – but eventually something happened, and they got a secret. And that was when they became their own person.
Ronan made reality, either through dreaming or stubbornness, both good and bad.
Idea! You two go on a walk. I stay here and hate myself,’ Hennessy said.
People who are one thing have never known what to do with people who are more than one thing. They seize existing towers and build them higher. They make the rules. They think the people who are many things are outliers. The people who are many things believe them. So they keep begging for entry to the great house. And the lords and ladies keep building up the towers to keep you out. You and every other thing they cannot understand.
The nonhuman world has patterns, too. Look at veins of a leaf, your hand, a tree, gold through rock, a river headed to sea, lightning. And again, again not just in the visible but also in the invisible. In the airflow, particles, sound waves, ley lines, too, veining across this poor, battered home of ours. Again, again, again. Everything predicts everything else. Everything affects everything else.
He made up the task of guarding the world, which meant nothing to him, instead of guarding his family, which meant everything to him.
The Cailleach, on the other hand, was old enough to have preferences. Biases. Favorites. This meant that sometimes, even when ruin was perfectly merited, she wanted her side to win instead.
He shouldn’t have existed. He was impossible. He was made for neither being awake nor being asleep.
Blue Sargent had forgotten how many times she’d been told that she would kill her true love.
Kate’s hair is the color of the cliff grass turned red by autumn, and she has a spatter of freckles across her face that at first glance make her look far younger. It’s a strange magic: At once she’s a cross child and also something older and wild, something grown from this coarse island soil.
But the bigger part of her understood it, because she’d been alone, too. Because at the end of the day, no one else could fathom what it was like living with these endless possibilities inside your head.
There were creatures you didn’t want to meet in person if you weren’t with Ronan Lynch. There were places you might get trapped forever if you weren’t with Ronan Lynch. It was feral and confusing, but in the end, it followed one rule: Ronan Lynch. His safety, his desires, his thoughts. That was Lindenmere’s only true north.
Here was a thing he wanted: to stop having dreams of being laughed at by tiny birds with very long legs.
Storytelling was one of Niall’s only fatherly attributes.
She was one of those intimate villains, one of those species that was both poisonous and necessary to those susceptible. Too much of her would undoubtedly kill Niall Lynch, but too little might, too.
I’m sorry your father never taught you the meaning of the word repugnant. He was too busy smashing your head against the wall of your trailer while you apologized for being alive.