Your bird drinks whiskey and eats tobacco?" The old man frowned."Just be lad he doesn't like eatin' scrawny boys that don't know their way 'round the Otherworld.
Don’t think so. We all make our choices, and those choices have consequences.
And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew.
Nothing was ever how you wanted it to be. Not anymore. Not for me.
Darkness, real darkness, was more than just a lack of light.
I guess that’s the thing about a hero’s journey. You might not start out a hero, and you might not even come back that way. But you change, which is the same as everything changing. The journey changes you, whether or not you know it, and whether or not you want it to.