This girl wasn’t like wildfire—she was wildfire. Deadly and uncontrollable. And slightly out of her wits.

She couldn't bring herself to care, because those moment she spent brawling were the few moments she felt like herself again.

The world was waiting--wide open and hers for the taking.

the world was too big, too full of splintered dreams.

I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.

And then I am going to rattle the stars.