There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.

He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

My heart raced. He needs you, I thought. Don't let him down. I couldn't remember ever being so happy... or so scared.

We find heroes, not on battlefields, but in hospitals that tend the injured. Sometimes I think it’s easier to fight than it is to heal.

As I dive between the legs of a big Gunnar, I see Mair wind up and slam her shockstick hard as she can between the V of another guy’s thighs. Falling, he makes a noise that I can’t say I’ve heard a human utter before, sort of like I imagine a puppy would sound being put through a juicer.

Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.

People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up,because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.