I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.

surrounded by strangers who love me (un)strangers made strange by pain

Sixteen moons, Sixteen years Sixteen of your deepest fears Sixteen times you dreamed my tears Falling, Falling through the years

You know I love a good family feud and I carry a big stick.

Evil doesn't always have one face, Ethan.

I wanted to find a place to hide from all of it, where the nightmares and the rivers and reality couldn't find me. For me, that place was always inside a book.

I only assumed those dresses were costumes, based on the garish nature of the plumage.