Thanks,” I say, and Finn looks uncomfortable. Mum used to say he was like a faerie; he didn't like to be thanked. I add, “Sorry.

She reached down and traced my eyebrows. 'You do have really beautiful eyes.' 'We get to keep them,' I said. Grace started at my voice. 'What?' 'It's the one thing we keep. Our eyes stay the same.' I unclenched my fists. 'I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life.

Have you heard of the legends of sleeping kings? The legends that heroes like Llewellyn and Glendower and Arthur aren’t really dead, but are instead sleeping in tombs, waiting to be woken?

You two are a strange pair. You are a pair, aren't you?" "We're in training.

Finn never looks more excited - he just gets faster. Finns are generally slow-moving creatures.

Okay, outside," the clerk said. "Conversation outside. Bye! Have a nice night!

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