Призови сокола

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

His brother’s Declanisms never ceased to amaze Ronan; just when he felt he had reached peak Declan, he always dug deep and found another gear.

It was not that he was stupid. It was more that he had a deliberate absence of intellectual skepticism.

Three other girls stood in the gray morning shadows. The light was poor, but to Myrtle, it seemed that they, too, looked very similar to Hennessy. At the very least they all stood like her, like they would fuck you or fuck you up.

The opposite of magical is not ordinary. The opposite of magical is mankind. The world is a neon sign; it says HUMANITY but everything’s burnt out except MAN.