He could feel it immediately when his shoulder snapped - the intense pain of his bones cracking. His skin tightened, as if it could no long hold whatever was lurking inside him. The breath was sucked from his lungs like he was being crushed. His vision began to blur, and he had the sensation he was falling, even though he could feel the rock tearing at his flesh as his body seized on the ground.

Old things are better than new things, because they've got stories in them, Ethan.

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.

Lying on the ceiling. Refusing to go to school. Not opening up to me. Climbing water towers. "No, she's all right."

I'd ridden to school with Link every day since kindergarten, when we became best friends after he gave me half his Twinkie on the bus. I only found out later it had fallen on the floor.

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

At least no one's trying to kill anyone. Give them about fifteen minutes