Adam was in the dream, too; he traced the tangled pattern of ink with his finger. He said, "Scio quid hoc est." As he traced it further and further down on the bare skin of Ronan's back, Ronan himself disappeared entirely, and the tattoo got smaller and smaller. It was a Celtic knot the size of a wafer, and then Adam, who had become Kavinsky, said "Scio quid estis vos." He put the tattoo in his mouth and swallowed it. Ronan woke with a start, ashamed and euphoric. The euphoria wore off long before the shame did. He was never sleeping again.
Maggie StiefvaterYou missed World Hist." "Did you get notes for me?" "No. I thought you were dead in a ditch.
Maggie StiefvaterThat night, like every other night since Iโd met her, I curled Grace into my arms, listening to her parentsโ muffled movements in the living room. They were like busy little brainless birds, fluttering in and out of their nest at all hours of the day or night, so involved in the pleasure of nest building that they hadnโt noticed that it had been empty for years.
Maggie Stiefvater