South of Somewhere and north of Nowhere.
Obviously the whole Wayward thing hasn't been explained to you properly. You don't have any superpowers. You can't leap over tall buildings in a single bound or fight Dark Casters with your magic cat. Basically, you're a glorified tour guide who's no better equipped to face a bunch of Dark Casters than Mary P. over here -Ridley
You're not the only one falling
There's something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are.
We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.
Yeah, right. The things that I'm afraid of? You wouldn't even believe." "You're afraid to trust me.
Sixteen moons, Sixteen years Sixteen of your deepest fears Sixteen times you dreamed my tears Falling, Falling through the years
I don't want ta hear that kinda dirty talk comin' from you." "What, fanny? Fanny fanny fanny!
I would love to say how nice it is to see you again, but that would be a lie. And I am nothing if not honest.
I hadn't fallen through his arms. He was ripped from mine.
It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.
I stared at the creased map on my wall, the thin green line connecting all the places I had read about. There they were, all the cities of my imaginary future, held together with tape and marker and pins. In six months, a lot had changed. There was no thin green line that could lead me to my future anymore. Just a girl.
...you cannot punish a wet child for the rain.
Maybe Ridley was like chicken pox; you could only catch it once.
- L, did you know we’re reenacting the Salem witch trials in English tomorrow? - Haven’t been memorizing your case file? Do you even look in your backpack anymore? - Did you know my dad is videotaping it? I do. Because I walked in on his lunch date with Mrs. English. - Ewww. - What should we do? - I guess we should start calling her Ms. English? - Not funny, L.
I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?" Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.
There was no one color that could paint Lena Duchannes. She was a red sweater and a blue sky, a gray wind and a silver sparrow, a black curl escaping from behind her ear.
We're gonna be late for English, and I gotta take these pantyhose off on the way. I'm gettin' a serious wedgie.
Even when I didn't know anything else about where I was or what I was supposed to be doing. You were my Wayward, even then. Everything always brought me back to you. Everything.
Nightmares end. That's how you know they're nightmares.
Because saving the people you love isn't stupid. It isn't even a choice
A Seer's moon, a Siren's tears, Nineteen Mortal, Wayward fears, Incubus graves and Caster rivers, The Final Page the End delivers.
Knowing you don't have much time left changes things. You get kind of philosophical. And you figure things out-more like, they figure themselves out-and everything gets real clear.
Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be.
Just as I lay back, she sat up. I sat up, and she flopped back down. Awkward. That was my every move when it came to her. Now we were both lying down, staring up at the blue sky.
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