That’s what made it so frightening to the lawmakers: Love obeys no laws other than its own.

The second time my world exploded, it was also because of a word. A word that worked its way out of my throat and danced onto and out of my lips before I could think about it, or stop it. The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow? And the word was: Yes.

I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again

We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or forget us.

That is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot. It is hard and deep and angular, a system of blockades. It is everything and total. Hatred is a high tower. In the Wilds, I start to build, and to climb.

Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too. The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what.

I want to be healed and whole and perfect again, like a misshapen slab of iron that comes out of the fire glowing, glittering, razor-sharp.