Those were the 'ifs' that kept me from making a fool of myself.

Even in the slippery blur of heat and arms and noise, Lena affected everything in her wake, a pull as powerful as the moon to the tides, or the planets to the sun. I was caught in her orbit, even as she pulled away from mine.

I wouldn't know where to start." "He who chooses the beginning of the road chooses the place it leads to." "Thoreau?" "Harry Emerson Fosdick.

Sharpie? A mischievous smile spread across her face. I thought you said you couldn't control your powers. Beginner's luck.

Power is neither good nor evil.

We don't get to chose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it.

Darkness, true darkness, is something more than lack of light.