Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants.
...she made her home in between the pages of books.
Of course he would count the time that we'd been two entirely different species.
He was uncomfortable with the idea that use might not like him.
I wish you could be kissed, Jane,' he said. 'Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.' He flailed an arm toward the stars.
Saw him where?" "While I was sitting outside with one of my half aunts." This seemed to satisfy Ronan was well, because he asked, "What's the other half of her?" "God, Ronan," Adam said. "Enough.