They were never scared of the kids who might die, or the empty spaces they would leave behind. They were afraid of us-the ones who lived.

Seeing that my words had done absolutely nothing to pull North from whatever depths he was clinging to, Owain did what came naturally. He smacked North upside the head hard enough to send him sprawling into the window. And when it seemed that North would turn around and return the favor, Owain hit him again, harder.

Dreaming led to disappointment, and disappointment to a kind of depressed funk that wasn’t easy to shake. Better to stay in the gray than get eaten by the dark.

I closed my eyes. I forced myself to relax, to remember that here, now, and always, I was the predator.

Nope," he whispered, when I tried to tug it away. "Mine now.

We want you. We wanted you yesterday, we want you today and we'll want you tomorrow. There's nothing you could do to change that.

The thing is...what they don't tell you about forgiveness is this-you don't give it for the other person's sake, but your own.