Books in Bird of Stone series

My name is Alex Mills and I have a superpower. Don't be jealous, it sucks. I can't control it. My mind is a mutinous SOB that takes over when I go to sleep. I'm just a girl trying to get some shut eye while it decides to throw a rager that can land me just about anywhere in the world. The base of the Eiffel Tower. The shore on the coast of Ireland. The third baseline at Wrigley Field. Sounds exciting and fun right? Wrong. My not so superpower is unpredictable, uncontrollable and annoying as hell. It's also how I met Nick. Every cloud has a silver lining. Nick is mine. Nick is extraordinary as well. He can't feel fear. Never has, never will. It's worked out for him enlisting in the military, but where it's not helpful is with his social skills. Nick is cold, distant and apathetic. He's also my hero. And if he's to be believed, I'm his. I first met him when he died and that wasn't even the weirdest moment of our relationship. Neither is this moment here and now, trapped together in an island prison on the Behring Sea. It's a long, strange story between his death and this prison. One full of sheep, docks, Jabberwocks and a very special stone. I could tell it to you if you'd like to hear it. I've got time...

My name is Nick Carver and I have a superpower. Be jealous. Be very, very jealous. I've only begun to touch the edges of the power lying coiled inside of me. No one knows what I'm capable of. Of how far I can go, least of all me. That should scare me but it doesn't because let's be honest, nothing does. Not even the fact that I'm dying. Again. She saved me once before, I have every faith she can save us all now. If there's one thing in this world I wholeheartedly believe in, it's Alex. You're probably wondering how we got here. How we went from a frozen island halfway between Russia and a polar bear's butt to this deadly tropical paradise in French Polynesia. How we formed our gang of misfit, pissed-off superheroes that got us here. How after everything we've been through I've ended up right back where I started - gasping my last breathes alone in the cold. I'll gladly tell you, but listen close. Pay attention. I don't have a lot of time...

My name is Max Campbell and I do not have a superpower. I don't need one. I have a genius level IQ, nerves of steel, and great hair. I've been trained to be a healer and a killer by some of the most elite soldiers in the world, and I excel at the task. No tricks. No cheat codes. Just me. Pure, unaltered, awesome me. Would it be cool to be able to walk through walls or fly faster than a fart? Hell yes, of course it would, but then I'd owe something to the madman who made me, and I don't write Thank You cards. Those two words have always come hard for me, though never as hard as the one I'm choking on now. Goodbye. The gun in my hand is steady. It waits patient as the sun scorching it's way across the Moroccan sky. I should pull the trigger. I should end this, all of it, but not yet. Not until I'm sure. I have to remember what got us here, what made it all feel inevitable. Inescapable. The train, the fire, the rain. Starbursts and lemon drops. What does it all mean? I'm a friggin' genius and I'm still not entirely sure. But I'll tell you everything, the whole story, and maybe you'll see it clearer than I do. Maybe we can find another way out, though we'll have to hurry. We're running out of time...