Just then, lit only by the flicker of his wings,the sight of him was so..right somehow. He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou
It's all a quilt of fairy tales with a patch here and there of truth.
...magic was uglyโ-a hard bargain with the universe, a calculus of pain.
I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form.
Because hope comes from in you, and wishes are just magic.
Thereโs a long pause. But itโs not a bad pause, because Mik is looking at me like Iโm the treasure from the high shelf that someoneโs just taken down and put into his hands. I find I donโt mind being looked at like this. I donโt mind it at all.