"No you don't," Kavinsky said, because he knew that. About himself. About Ronan, even, in different and also the same ways. His abilities were unique and well cultivated and there was the perpetual terror that he would dream the wrong thing, tear someone apart. And while Billy could do unfathomable things, there was some logic to magic.

There was no logic to dreams.

"We gonna stick around to have me sing anything else?" he asked. "Or you wanna go see what shitty, staticky bullshit they have on Hell's cable?"