Even things that aren't broken can be fixed.

Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.

But there’s no such thing as free. There are only different and more horrible ways to be enslaved.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

Forget who you are and what you think is there, and you'll discover things that don't exist to be known.

I nod like I'm not at all unnerved by this new cold side to him. Not cruel like his father. Not warm like the husband who sought me out on quiet nights. Something in between. This Linden has never woven his fingers through mine, never chosen me from a line of weary Gathered girls, never said he loved me in a myriad of coloured lights. We are nothing to each other.

Poor kid,' Jenna says, and rolls her eyes toward me for a moment. Then she returns to her book. 'She doesn't even understand what kind of place this is.