Greywaren (Dreamer Trilogy, #3)

by Maggie Stiefvater

It can be a powerful thing, to know one isn’t alone.

“Just Wednesdays. Do Wednesdays even count as days, really?”

Look at that poor asshole lying on that packed dirt, look how lovingly tattooed his skin was, each mark a small confirmation that even though it felt like he hated his life and his body, deep down, he wanted to keep it, to redecorate the place to his own liking.

There was a strange sort of magic to being a person holding another person after not being held by someone for a long time.

Something something trenches something something artifacts something something secret doors something something trees something something primary sources.