Where do you live?" Adam's mouth was very set. "A place made for leaving" "That's not really an answer." "It's not really a place.

The piebald mare paws at the sand; I see her digging out of the corner of my eye and hear her grinding her teeth. That bridle's her curse, this island her prison. She still smells of rot.

that's because it's from the night, and the night keeps secrets

It was possible that I'd thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God's fence.

Of course he was a part of what I hated about myself. Everything was a part of what I hated about myself. It wasn't really personal.

Adam wasn't certain what came first with Blue--her treating the boys as friends, or them all becoming friends. It seemed to Adam that this circular way to build relationships required a healthy amount of self-confidence to undertake. And it was a strange sort of magic that it felt like she'd always been hunting for Glendower with them.

Sam reached his hand toward mine and I automatically put my fingers in his.