Indexing (Indexing, #1)

by Seanan McGuire

“I always knew pigeons were just rats with wings,” commented Andy.

I closed Jamie’s bedroom door behind me as I turned to follow him. Let her shrine endure for just a little longer. The cleaners and the estate sales and the realtors would tear it down soon enough. That’s what happens to all our private family churches, eventually. The real world can’t let them stay.