Call Down the Hawk

Dreams are not the safest thing to build a life on.

Were there other Lynches? It seemed unlikely. Lynches appeared to be very good at dying.

The Lynch brothers, the orphans Lynch.

This is going to be a story about the Lynch brothers.

There were three of them, and if you didn’t like one, try another, because the Lynch brother others found too sour or too sweet might be just to your taste.

to the magicians who woke me from my thousand-year sleep

Dreams are not the safest thing to build a life on

Declan was not invisible, because invisible had its own charm, its own mystery.

Adam muttered, “I do. Me closing my eyes doesn’t make the monster go away. I’d rather know. And I don’t trust anybody else to spot me. You know what I’m supposed to look like.

Adam Parrish was uncanny.
Perhaps standing next to Ronan Lynch, dreamer of dreams, he looked ordinary, but it was only because everything uncanny about him was turned inside instead of out.

Adam said, “What about …” but he didn’t add anything else. He just frowned more deeply than he had during the entire exchange, his mouth all crumpled with consternation.
“What’s the face for?”
“I want it too much,” Adam said.
That sentence, Ronan thought, was enough to undo all bad feeling he might have had meeting Adam’s Harvard friends, all bad feeling about looking like a loser, all bad feeling about feeling stuck, all bad feeling, ever. Adam Parrish wanted him, and he wanted Adam Parrish.