In Ronan's hand, the mask was as thin as a sheet of paper, still warm from Adam's gasped breaths. Orphan Girl buried her face in his side, her body shaking with sobs. Her tiny voice was muffled: "Tollerere me a hic, tollerere me a hic..." Take me away from here, take me away from here.

here we were again , always saying good-bye

The dog pranced delightedly around his feet as if he'd been gone to another planet instead of merely underneath a car.

Ronan didn't need physics. He could intimidate even a piece of plywood into doing what he wanted.

right in this moment, I can´t even remember what unhappy feels like.

I was suddenly struck by how dissimilar we were. It occurred to me that if Grace and I were objects, she would be an elaborate digital clock, synced up with the World Clock in London with technical perfection, and I’d be a snow globe – shaken memories in a glass ball.

I grew up with boys of all kinds - I have two brothers, and I was in a bagpipe band for several years.