I don't despise you for what you allowed to happen to me. I despise you because when I was released, you refused to be found and I needed you more than anything in my life. Not to mend my broken bones, Arjuro. I needed my brother to mend my broken spirit.
Melina MarchettaIf sheโs out here and not locked up in the barracks, Iโll know,โ he said. He took a deep breath and whistled. โYou share a whistle?โ Trevanion said in disbelief. โDo you have a problem with that?โ Finnikin asked. โI have a few whistles,โ Lucian murmured. โVery confusing sometimes.โ โWhistles are meant for combat,โ Trevanion said. โNot wooing women. Women do not understand whistles.
Melina MarchettaHe knows bad days. Bad days take him completely by surprise. They make him not trust the good days because it's likely something is lurking twenty-four hours away.
Melina MarchettaYou list the dead. You tell the stories of the past. You write about the catastrophes and the massacres. What about the living, Finnikin? Who honors them?
Melina MarchettaShe asked me what type of contraceptive I use. Underwear. Keeping it on prevents pregnancy.
Melina MarchettaHer voice whispering love soothes him. They'd never done that before. Weren't that type of family. Except now he doesn't know what kind of family they are. What word is it that can define them? What would they call his family in the textbooks? Broken? He comes from a broken home. The Mackees can't be put back together again. There are too many pieces of them missing.
Melina Marchetta