I thought you said scrying was a bad idea.” “It's like vodka,” Calla said. “It really depends on who's doing it.

Dory is what Mum used to call a "strong-looking woman," which means that, from the back, she looked like a man, and, from the front, you preferred the back

Because I knew it wasn't for forever." Grace touched his hair and he bent his head to kiss her, quiet as a secret.

Eventually, the Gray Man thought, if he resisted using it for long enough, he himself might forget his own name, and became someone else entirely.

I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.

Grace,” I said, very softly. “Say something.” Sam,” she said, and I crushed her to me.

The trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcerting frequency these days.