Sometimes everyone does the right thing and there's still a mess left to clean up. Someone has to take responsibility for it.

So he's like a human compass? As far as superpowers go, that's pretty lame. You're like the Caster equivalent of Aquaman.

She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.

The lonely reality of the truth-that the most important person in your life suddenly ceased to exist. Which on a bad day meant maybe she had never existed at all. And on a good day, there was the other fear. That even if you were a hundred percent sure she had been there, maybe you were the only one who cared or remembered.

I wanted to find a place to hide from all of it, where the nightmares and the rivers and reality couldn't find me. For me, that place was always inside a book.

And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew.

The mortal world is in a state of Beautiful Chaos and destruction, which will ultimately lead to an exquisite end.