How long do you have to be in a place before it’s your home?
The soul is vulnerable when it is outside the mind.
If he had no one to wrap their arms around him when he was sad, could he be forgiven for letting his anger lead him?
There was silence. It was a slick sort of silence, the sort that would make bystanders turn their head to note it, same as a loud laugh.
We were so little when you took away all our sins.
He was a good storyteller. It was obvious he liked the sound and play of words released into the air.
I don’t understand,” Blue said. Something in her ached, though, like she did understand, but couldn’t put words to it, wrap her thoughts around it. She felt like she was a part of a dream this place was having, or it was a part of a dream of hers.
What he truly wanted was to be left to his own devices. Not by his actual father, who could no longer truly intrude on Adam’s life, but by the idea of his father, a more powerful thing in every way.
Maybe it wouldn’t hurt if I kiss you, he said. Maybe it’s only if you kiss me –.
He keeps getting older while I’m not paying attention.
She didn’t immediately answer, and he didn’t press her. Heart wounds, he knew, made one think more slowly.
He couldn’t figure how Ronan had learned to be fierce in this protected place.
It was that time of year when it could be hot or cold from day to day; it was neither summer nor fall. An in-between, liminal time. A border.
Raven boys were good at multitasking, so long as all tasks were exclusively to benefit themselves.
It was Blue’s shoulder and her collarbone and her legs and her throat and her laugh her laugh her laugh. He couldn’t stop looking at her, and here, it didn’t matter, because no one here cared that they were together. Here, he could play his fingers over her fingers as they stood close, she could lean her cheek on his bare shoulder, he could hook his ankle playfully in hers, she could catch herself with an arm around his waist. Here he was unbelievably greedy for that laugh. It.
The plants had not saved their lives. Adam Parrish had saved their lives.
The world didn’t have words to measure hate.
Time’s not a line. It’s a circle or a figure eight or a goddamn Slinky.
I feel hollow, knowing that Puck’s here somewhere and I haven’t found her. I need to find her, and the needing disquiets me.
It was like living with a natural disaster, or a feral child, or a feral natural child disaster.