It is night; the crows have been tapping at the windows ( Read more... )

It's dark here, in this bed of raven feathers ( Read more... )

They walk off, with the jewel cupped in Mytho’s hands. Rue watches him, a fond smile slipping onto her face. A gift for someone he loves ( Read more... )

Rue finds Mytho alone, outside of his practice room, and smiles. She reaches one graceful hand upwards to lie alongside his face. "Hello," she murmurs ( Read more... )

Rue knows what to do when she’s left to herself. She doesn’t laugh and talk with the other girls; there's usually no point to it. She does not read, not often-there is little to interest her in any story but one.

She finds Mytho. Or if she cannot find Mytho (he is in a private class, he is sequestered in the boy’s dormitory, she is stuck in a bar ( Read more... )