The Marrow Thieves (Marrow Thieves #1)

by Cherie Dimaline

and drank as much water as I

Not safe

feral houseplants

It was too much. It was too much.

It had to be said twice.

But there he was.

Well, that was more than I’d hoped

“She’s not in a school.

Now this, this I was somewhat prepared for

A tattoo of a buffalo on the back of his hand.

Oh no fucking way! Let’s go!!!!!

That bundle I carried in my chest, the one that inflated when I heard about our triumphs, the one that ached with our losses, the same place where my love for Rose nested and the painful memories were enshrined and mourned: from there came the push, and I set off running.

If you didn't love this book, you either didn't read this far or you don't have a heart. This entire book could exist just for this one moment and it would be enough. It would be more than enough.

I bent in two, hands on knees, gasping for the air to call Miig to me, to us.

Again: This entire book could exist just for this one moment and it would be enough. It would be more than enough.

heard a sound like an echo turned inside out, and then Miig, who had been standing still, trying to see, to understand, under the blue smoke of moonlight, finally took a step forward.

Omg omg omg

And I understood that as long as there are dreamers left, there will never be want for a dream. And I understood just what we would do for each other, just what we would do for the ebb and pull of the dream, the bigger dream that held us all. Anything. Everything.

This is perfection.