They were always walking away from him. But he never seemed able to walk away from them.

...the sound of our lack of conversation amplified by the echo of our footsteps on the stone around us.

It matters, like this: I belong to Malvern, you don't.

Neatness makes me feel like I have to be on my best behavior. Clutter is my natural habitat.

His eyes were frighteningly alive, the curve of his mouth savage and pleased. It suddenly didn't seem at all surprising that he should be able to pull things from his dreams. In that moment, Blue was a little in love with all of them. Their magic. Their quest. Their awfulness and strangeness. Her raven boys.

Tommy grabs my waist and swings me around in a circle. I drag my feet because i am opposed to people touching me when I'm not expecting it. Also because it will take more than dancing to cheer me up.

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