
I don't want to lose you," he whispered again. "And I didn't want to be lost.

Scared people are creative people.

Thanks to Sam, I was immortal.

I'm going,' he said, and in the temple light, I caught his determination, and that strength he got from loving me. It made him brave.

I'm sorry that I made you feel like you needed to go the rest of the way alone.

Well. That was bound to be a loving marriage with no problems whatsoever.

Now the words are on paper and I can't take them back. Sometimes I hate ink. Its so permanent.

please don't hurt me again; be the person I need you to be; show me what it means to be in love so I can decide whether that's what I feel.

Fear doesn't excuse a hundred years of oppression and abuse.

What's more frightening? The known or the unknown?

If I were going to fight and steal, It'd be because I had no choice. It would be for survival.

There's no crime in curiosity.

Who am I?" My first spoken words.
"No one," she said. "Nosoul.

I don't flee. I evade.

I have to get out," I told Sam. "I need to get away. Will you go with me?" "Anywhere," he said and kissed me.

I'm not trying to rescue you, but I am trying to help you succeed. There's a difference.

Sometimes we hate others for the things we hate in ourselves

My death would not be another beginning.

It seems love is the most important thing. Someone who doesn't love us and uses us to hurt others was never worth our devotion.

I wanted freedom in the same way I wanted my next breath: an unspoken but constant desire.

I'm afraid, Ana. I'm afraid, and I feel like if I don't kiss you right now, I'll break apart.

You don't have to say anything. Just play.

I closed my eyes during a flute solo, wishing I could wrap the silvery sound around me like armor.

Sam said nothing about it, as though he spontaneously composed music with nature all the time.

Souls are sentience, an essence born into a new body when the old one dies.

Oh, nameless girl. When will you learn to trust me?

No matter the masks we wear, we always end up together.

There was musuc in me, but in this post-Cataclysm world, that didn't matter very much.

Do you love me?"
He spoke without hesitation, without the usual line of thought between his eyes. "Infinitely.

You're thinking too hard about how to respond to my stupidity. Have to be polite don't you?

I think I died to be reborn with you

The best mask is a face no one will remember

It burst out of me until I was a star exploding.
And I could see everything.

Wishing has never changed anything for me.

Ana. I want you to know I'd choose you. If it were up to anyone, if what I wanted counted for anything, I'd have chosen you.

Simple things are often the most challenging.

Come with me. Help me tonight. Help me save others. - Black Knife

My courage was as thin as silk, but I held it around me like armor and urged myself up the stairs, dragging the remains of my dignity.

You don't know what I am, anymore. You cannot fathom what I've endured. Don't imagine you've tamed me.

Redemption must be earned. If we want it, we will work for it, even though we can never obtain it on our own.

Yes, I leaned toward desperate danger; I would do anything for my people.

I'm not going to waste time being angry about things I can't control. If I only have one life, I should make the most of it.

This was love without masks

Did you have friend?"
"I've read about them, but I don't believe they exist."
"Your cynicism is amazing.

I'm surprised no one's come to greet you," Sam murmured.
"Gawk. Not greet.

He smiles now, in spite of everything." She hesitated and dropped her voice. "He smiles at you.

Friendship isn't reserved for people who've been reincarnated over and over.

Not even the strongest could defend against everything. Not forever.

The Ospreys, these children, were my life. Without them, I had nothing. But with them ... With them, I would take back my kingdom.

Authenticity was the key to any deception.
Sometimes authenticity was disgusting.

Ana leaned close and whispered, I've been reborn.

But I wasn't back in time. I was now.

I hugged both of them. Melanie for the friends we'd lost. And James for the hope he still carried.

I was there was the war began. And when it ended.

It isn't easy to trust or be close to someone when the person I love won't even follow his own heart.

It is human nature to avoid what makes us uncomfortable.

People do tend to forget traumatic things. It's your mind's way of protecting itself.

My heart wasn't big enough to hold everything I felt, but I couldn't bear the thought of asking him to wait while I caught up.

Why couldn't Sam really be a boy my age, with no more experience than I had? No past lives, past loves.
Why couldn't he be only for me?

What do you enjoy doing?"
Forgery? "Writing letters. Drawing." Picking locks? "Puzzles." Fighting? "Sewing.

My life might have begun as a mistake, but I wouldn't let it end as one.