...she made her home in between the pages of books.

One happy day for every falling leaf you catch. Sam's voice was low.

And Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war.

I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren't the same thing.

It's a hard thing to hold a civil conversation after recalling that one party has used a Taser on the other, so both of them finished the walk in silence.

I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make each hour holy. I am lowly in this world, and yet not lowly enough for me to be just a thing to you, dark and shrewd. I want my will and I want to go with my will as it moves towards action.

...she made her home in between the pages of books.