" I watch in horror as a massive plume of smoke shoots out of the chimney and transforms into a cloud of black birds so think it obscures the sun. "I want to run away from here as fast as possible."
He follows my eyes and curses, then slides his hands beneath my legs and back.
"What are you doing?"
"Picking you up so we can run!"
"Don't be daft, my hand is broken, not my feet!"
"Right, that was stupid. Stupid." He helps me up by my elbow. "This way! "

― Kiersten White , Illusions of Fate