Catelyn Butler

“The touch was so hesitant at first, I thought for sure that he was still asleep, shifting in dreams. Liam’s hand came down next to mine on the seat, his fingers inching over one at a time, hooking over mine in a way that was as tender as it was shy. I bit my lip, letting his warm, rough skin engulf mine.
His eyes were still shut and stayed that way, even as I saw him struggle to swallow. There was nothing to say now. Our linked hands rose as he guided them to rest against his chest, and they stayed there, through the song, the mountains, the cities. Until the end.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade

“The only thing Liam ever said about him was that he used to set his toys on fire when he didn't get his way”
― alexandra bracken, Never Fade

“So thought crossed my mind," Liam said suddenly.
"That must've been a lonely journey," Chubs said flipping the pages of his book.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade

“It struck him that perhaps she thought just as many
thoughts in a minute as he did, felt just as many emotions,
inhaled and exhaled just as he did. And it was
then that he began to fall in love with her for the second
time, for the same reason that he had picked up his flute
again: because he believed in broken things.”
― Amy Zhang, Falling into Place