In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.

Sam," she said, and I crushed her to me.

Don't cry pretty girl. Who you are is why you're so good at everything. You won't let yourself be otherwise. And thats what fascinates me." Duke- Lament

Blue was a fanciful, but sensible thing. Like a platypus, or one of those sandwiches that had been cut into circles for a fancy tea party.

Wow, you're never allowed to sleep late again. You're crankier than a fat guy in stilettos.

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

If she and Sam ever had kids, they'd be gluten-intolerant out of self-defence.