I say, "I will not be your weakness, Sean Kendrick."
Now he looks at me. He says, very softly, "It's late for that, Puck."

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I say, "I will not be your weakness, Sean Kendrick."
Now he looks at me. He says, very softly, "It's late for that, Puck."
"The ocean knows your name, Sean Kendrick. Make another wish."
"It is the first day of November and so, today, someone will die."
"Does anyone ask you why you stay, Sean Kendrick?"
"They do."
"And why do you?"
"The sky and the sand and the sea and Corr."
"Shhhhh, shhhhh, says the sea,
but I don't believe her."
Corr is like a bird in a gale. We're moving and all directions feel possible.
I don't know what I am right now, but it's not afraid.
Each stride feels like it takes us a mile. We'll run out of island before he runs out of speed.
We're giants, on his back. We are flying.
Some of my annotations from The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater (drawn on transparent sticky notes because I could never write directly into a book)
Appreciation post for our favorite introvert Sean "company might not be terrible" Kendrick