“If thats how it was done, and thats how it had always been done, there had to be a reason”

“These soldiers had done what they had done, and been done unto in return. This was how it went.In the cycle of slaughter, reprisal begat reprisal, forever.”

“Conor wasn’t stupid. When they’d had the “little talk” the next day, he knew what his mum had done and why she had done it. But that didn’t take away from how much fun that night had been. How hard they’d laughed. How anything had seemed possible. How anything good could have happened to them right then and there and they wouldn’t have been surprised.”

“How long can you keep me invisible?""As long as were in physical contact."My throat felt dry. "Holding hands?" That's how we'd done it last time."Unless you had something else in mind?”

“This time it had been magic. And it didn't stop being magic just because you found out how it was done.”

“They had done nothing but wait, and had become poetical. How easy to the smallest building; how impossible to most men.”