Darius didn't have any trouble finding the Street Cats building. It was a cozy-looking square brick building with big front windows crowded with cat stuff. I made a mental note to pick up a little something for Nala from their gift shop. My cat was grumpy enough without her thinking that I'd been cheating on her (translation: I would smell like a zillion other cats) and hadn't even brought her a present.

I should have kissed more than your hand...thought I'd have more time," he whispered between liquid, panting breaths. "...too late now." I looked into his eyes and completely forgot the rest of the world. In that moment, all I knew was that I was holding Stark in my arms, and I was going to lose him very, very soon.

So I was beginning my new life as a anomaly, which figured about as much as it sucked.

Bat, pigeon, ravens - I don't care about distinctions right now. Any fluttery, flappy thing is not cool with me.

The world going insane and evil letting slip the birds of war is no excuse for sloppy vocabulary.

Sometimes the people closest to you betray you, and your home isn't a place you can be happy anymore.

Life isn't a book. There's no guarantee of a happy ending.