Do something that scares you everyday.

I live on the Jellicoe Road. Where trees make canopies over-head and where you can sit at the top of them and see forever.

You blame me for this, don't you?" he says. "I don't need to. You're doing a better job.

Comfort zones are overrated. They make you lazy.

He just watched the way Finnikin’s hands rested on Evanjalin’s neck and he rubbed his thumb along her jaw and the way his tongue seemed to disappear inside her mouth as if he needed a part of her to breathe himself.

See them together and you will feel a force that will take your breath away.

This isn't romance. This isn't a declaration of love or affirmation of friendship. This is something more.