Valgerður Ósk

“Roses surrounded the raven, thorns wrapping around its talons. Runes and archaic symbols stretched along my forearms: Romanian, Sumerian, Gaelic. An amalgamation of all those who had come before me. Marks of alchemy, of fire and water, of silver and wind. They had been carved into me by my father over a period of years, the raven being the last. All except for the one on my chest above my heart. That’d been mine. My choice. It wasn’t magic, but it’d been for me.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“I have things to say to you, Gordo. So many things. Things you might not be ready to hear. But I will mean every word of them. If it gets to the point where I start to go feral—”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“Then Rico said, “Okay, like. No offense, papi. You know I love you. Bros for life, and all that. But did you go a little nuts in your head from the mystical moon magic? Because it seems like you went a little nuts in your head from the mystical moon magic.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“We’re going after her, aren’t we? Eventually.” He wasn’t talking about Elijah. “Yeah. We are. You going to be okay with that?” He didn’t hesitate. “This is my home. This is my pack. I’ll do whatever it takes.” I reached up and squeezed the back of his neck. “We’re lucky to have you, Robbie. Even if you insist on wearing those fucking glasses.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong