A Marvellous Light (The Last Binding, #1)

by Freya Marske

How many frights made a pattern? How many coincidences made a plot?

tried to snap it, but it had the stubbornness of young things, and simply bent and wriggled.

head: I am nothing like you, and yet I feel more myself with you.

“Right,” said Robin, “that’s what I thought,” and picked up his bags and left.

Im gonna fuckin scream

“Everyone deserves somewhere where they can be reminded of their potential.”

Robin wanted to make a leather-bound book of his belief and hand it to Edwin, make him read it over and over until Edwin could look in a mirror and see something of what Robin saw.