Call Down the Hawk (Dreamer Trilogy #1)

by Maggie Stiefvater

You are made of dreams and this world is not for you.

The entire word routine depressed Ronan. The sameness. Fuck everything.

“Ink on your skin means you’re hiding things,” he told Ronan. “That’s what breathing means,” Ronan replied.

“Just say you never tried. People are always saying talent when they mean practice.”

Colors in dreams weren’t seen with eyes, they were seen with emotion, so there was no limit to their intensity.

Ronan didn’t know how to make things right again, and he was afraid of making things more wrong.

She was just playing pretend. No matter how clearly Jordan could paint the picture in her head, she would never be able to replicate it in real life.