JaneRobin

Robin, who obediently gave out a different false surname after every move, was (other than her masked, mutable identity) nothing special. In fact, one might even go so far as to call her plain. She was an inch or two below average height, but not enough to be considered short. She was a few pounds below average weight, but not enough to be considered thin. Her body was normally proportioned for her twelve years, except for rather big feet and a nose that was only a little crooked. Her not-quite-curly but not-quite-straight brown hair was too long to be considered short and too short to be considered long, and her eyes were the exact right sha

One hundred and nineteen years later… Five dark, chilly days into November and as many since they’d come and burned Feathers, Wesley woke abruptly in the middle of the night to find his deceased pet perched on the windowsill beside his bed, watching him. He didn’t need the bitter clutch of the icy air to tell him he wasn’t dreaming. The clock had gone seventeen soft ticks past five-eleven in the morning and it was still dark in his tiny room, but the scene was as real as the nightmares that patrolled the streets and as stark as innocence lost. Wesley hadn’t been able to protect him. “No animals,” one of