And they would all smile at the beauty of destruction.
It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.
One wild card was yet to be played.
The question is what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? What will the sky be saying?
You should give it to Max, Liesel. See if you can leave it on the bedside table, like all the other things." Liesel watched him as if he'd gone insane. "How, though?" Lightly, he tapped her skull with his knuckles. "Memorize it. Then write it down for him.
THE LAST WORDS OF MAX VANDENBURG: You've done enough.