A good huntress respected her partners instincts, even if he was socially ignorant.

This is not a love story. It is my life, and as such, there is love, loss, war, death, and sacrifice. It's about things that needed to be done and choices made. I regret nothing.

In the enclave, the strong and the physically perfect survived, but if you were strong, you protected the weak until they had an opportunity to grow into their own power.

My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.

Brown bird welcomes white wave. Wander no more, dear traveler.

While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.

For peace to take hold, one person must first stop fighting.