These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.

I'm just the librarian. I can only give you the books. I can't give you the answers.

It was unbelievable. She was standing there, staring at him like he was a real rock star.

They shouldn't call death passing on. They should call it leveling up. Because the game only got harder once I lost. And I was more than a little worried it had only just begun.

Mortals. Everything is so black and white to you.

I didn't want to choose one world. I wanted to be part of both. I didn't want to see only one side of the sky. I wanted to see it all.

Ethan thought he was doing the right thing. He knew it was crazy. And he didn’t want to go, but he had to anyway. Ethan was like that. Even if he was dead. He saved the world, but he shattered mine. What now?