Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.

Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.

Stealing it, in a sick kind of sense, was like earning it.

I’m Angelina,” she says. “Are you here to save us?” I can see a tiny spark of hope awaken in her eyes. “You’re right, Angelina - I’m here to save you.” “Can you? Really?” “I’ll try,” I say and the girl smiles.

I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.

A fighter can be a winner, but that doesn't make a winner a fighter.

Of course, I'm being rude. I'm spoiling the ending, not only of the entire book, but of this particular piece of it. I have given you two events in advance, because I don't have much interest in building mystery. Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me. There are many things to think of. There is much story.