Don’t worry," I said. "These men are good. They’re going to heal the world.

I am a Stormdancer! Mere metal is nothing compared with the power of a storm." Kade made his voice boom and spread his arms wide. His eyes sparked with humor. "I. Am. Invincible." "Until a happy wind blows," I said. "Curse those sunny days." "The bane of your existence." "The scourge of society." "The downfall of decency." "And boring, too. Nothing like a good gale to put a spring in your step." Kade grinned.

You can't let the past ruin your future.

Sorry. An overdeveloped nurturing instinct comes with being a healer.

Every person has the latent ability to read minds and influence the physical world without touching it, but they don't have the ability to connect with the power source.

His words sliced through my heart, cutting it into little pathetic pieces.

Nice Kerrick was scarier than Mean Kerrick.