neveronceintoit:

Ronan could move his fingers. His body was his again.
…
His pulse surged in him, the thrill of creation. The ragged awe of making something from nothing. It was not the easiest thing to take something from a dream.
It was not the easiest thing to take only one thing from a dream. To bring even a pencil back was a small miracle. To bring any of the things from his nightmares – no one but Ronan knew the terrors that lived in his mind. Plagues and devils, conquerors and beasts.
Ronan had no secret more dangerous than this.
The night churned inside him. He tangled himself around the box, getting ahold of his thoughts again. Now he was beginning to shake a little. He remembered what Gansey had said:
You incredible creature!
Creature was a good word for him, Ronan thought. What the hell am I?

The Dream Thieves – @maggie-stiefvater

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