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.

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

But I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I’ve become.

Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.

While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.

You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.

I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.