Down Among the Sticks and Bones (Wayward Children, #2)

by Seanan McGuire

“There’s nothing tiring about caring for children you love like your own,”

Some adventures require nothing more than a willing heart and the ability to trip over the cracks in the world.

There are some things that do not need to be seen to be understood; things that can be encompassed by a single sharp scream, and by a spray of blood painting the heather, red as roses, red as apples, red as the lips of the vampire’s only child. There is nothing here for us now.

Time is the alchemy that turns compassion into love,