I stare at the pile of discarded remnants and think of my mother. Did she touch that pillar there? Does her scent still linger in a fragment of glass or a splinter of wood? A terrible emptiness settles into my chest. No matter how much I go about living, there are always small reminders that make the loss fresh again.

The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.

I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.

Adina appealed to the sky. "We asked for rescue and you sent us incompetent rockstar pirates with a broken ship and perfect abs?" "Thank you, God," Petra said.

They see her differently now, as somebody. And isn't that what everyone wants? To be seen?

The beast attempts a beautific look that could be mistaken for a bout of painful wind.

The key holds the truth