Opal (The Raven Cycle, #4.5)

by Maggie Stiefvater

but there was something wrong with it called shitbox.

“Did you think you’d lost everything when Cabeswater died?” “Yes,” Adam had whispered,

Even though Opal thought Ronan was good at dreaming — after all, he had dreamt her, and she was excellent — he complained a lot about this.

To Opal’s relief, the lady did not eat anything, but she did sit on the edge of the bed and look at the framed portrait of Ronan’s father and mother for a long time. Her face did not seem to have an expression on it, but eventually, she told the portrait, “Damn you.”

There were no rules in dreams so you could try anything.

But the animal world was full of rules, and all of them were rules that made things smaller and more expected. Opal had no power here.

The lady looked up in time to see that she was going to be killed — Opal did not mean to kill her, of course, although on the way she had realized that it was a possibility and if it did happen, she had already decided where to bury her so that wildflowers would cover the hole.