Don't run away. Im not running away. Im already gone. -Lena and Ethan

The library was home away from home to my mom, and my family. We had spent every Sunday afternoon there since I was a little boy, wandering around the stacks, pulling out every book with a picture of a pirate ship, a knight, a soldier, or an astronaut. My mom used to say, "This is my church, Ethan. This is how we keep the Sabbath holy in our family.

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

Maybe there isn't a meaning to life. Maybe there's only a meaning to living.

I pulled Lena's necklace out of my pocket. I let the charms roll around in my palm, but they were tangled and meaningless without her. The necklace was heavier than I imagined, or maybe it was the weight of my conscience.

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.

You're incredibly, absolutely, extremely, supremely, unbelievably different.