I push everyone I love away." He shrugged. "I don't mind you pushing me away if it means you love me, little sister.

Great seas," he said. "What do you want?" He held the candle up to her face. "Po, what do you want?" "She did a far better job than I would've done.

...that's how memory works ... Things disappear without your permission, then come back again without your permission.

It's as if when I open myself up to every perception, things create their own focus.

It seems better to me for a child to have these skills and never use them, than not have them and one day need them," she said.

Are you determined to leave me in this world to live without my heart?

It always struck Fire, the physical affection between these siblings, who as often as not were at each other's throats over one thing or another. She liked the way the four of them shifted and changed shape, bumping and clanging against one another, sharpening each other's edges and then smoothing them down again, and somehow always finding the way to fit together.