I can't wait to tell him one day," she says with a giggle. "'Hey, Chaz, guess what? We knew where your precious car was all the time.' I'd like to take a photo of his face. What do you think?" "I reckon I'd smile really nicely in the photo," Santangelo says behind me, yanking me out of the way, "knowing that you'll be keeping it under your pillow for the rest of your life.

If we forget who we lost, then we forget who we once were, and if we forget who we once were, we lose sight of who we are now.

I ran away one day. He was running in the same direction.

One day" came. Because finally I understood.

Maybe she'd always been there. Maybe strangers enter your heart first and then you spent the rest of your life searching for them.

Trevanion wrapped his arm around his son's neck like shepherd's hook and dragged him along playfully. when he let go, Finnikin thought he would have liked his father to hold on a moment longer.

Some of us weren't born for rewards, Froi. We were born for sacrifices.