Sublime

He has a kind, round face and the relaxed, easygoing manner of someone who’s spent most of his life in California.

noblesse oblige,

I didn’t know that the war was still inside you, that there was a war to begin with, that once it enters you it never leaves—but merely echoes, a sound forming the face of your own son. Boom.

fey,

I thought how Titch had risked everything for me. I knew he had preserved my person despite the death of his own flesh and blood, and I knew, too, how strange it felt to be alive, and whole, and astonishingly worth saving.

taut

He smelled of chard and metal,