It was the first time in years I didn’t wonder if my father was out there, looking at it too.

Sometime years before, I had dragged an old bean bag chair to that place. I watched Zach sink onto it, and then he pulled me down to lean against him. I felt his arms go around me, holding me tight. I was safe. I was warm. I was home.

...there was no such thing as curses. People make and break their own fortunes -they are the masters of their own fate.

They were both totally laughing, and he was twirling her, and her hair was flying around like she was in a shampoo commercial. Seriously. She could have sold conditioner to a bald man the way she looked out there.

It’s the people you hold closest who have the most power to make you bleed.

the only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.

Learn her skills, honor her sword, and keep her secrets.