Nevermoor: The Trials of Morrigan Crow (Nevermoor, #1)

by Jessica Townsend

Morrigan wasn’t sure whether to laugh or run away when he leaned in to plant a loud, wet kiss on her father’s horror-struck face.

Lol wtf..ok

And whatever you do, don’t close your eyes.” “What happens if I close my eyes?” “You miss the fun.”

I feel like this is a life motto for this dude.

“Papers?” Jupiter’s confidence faltered. “Right, course. Papers. Forgot about… papers.… Hang on, I’m sure I’ve got… something.…”

Hello Hagrid.

“No. To be precise, you were supposed to die at midnight on Eventide.” He slammed his foot on the brakes, waited for a cat to cross the road, then hit the accelerator hard. Morrigan clutched the sides of her chair, her fingers turning white. “But there was no midnight on Eventide. Not for you. Nevermoor is about nine hours ahead of Jackalfax. So you skipped right past midnight—out of one time zone and into another. You cheated death. Well done. Hungry?”

Oh wow.That is fucking amazinly simple. I love it.

Morrigan carefully unwrapped the paper to find a black oilskin umbrella with a silver filigree handle. The tip was a little bird, carved from opal. Morrigan ran her fingertips over the tiny iridescent wings, feeling utterly lost for words. She’d never had anything so lovely.

I want.

Hawthorne was giving his friendship as if it meant nothing. He couldn’t know that it meant everything.

because they’d rather forget that I ever existed.