Tom always did anger well. Hid it well, but showed it even better

We were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors," she told him once. "I was paper and she was rock so I lived and she died.

I stand up, sure of one thing and one thing only. That my father will come and get me. He won't give me a lecture, he won't try to teach me a lesson. He won't ask a thousand questions or ask me to apologize. He'll just come and get me. "Just tell me where you are.

Don't let anyone take care of you. Can you maybe leave that for me to do? I mean, take care of you? Feel free to take care of me in return... because I think I'll need you to do that.

What do you want from me?" he asks. What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him. More.

If she’s out here and not locked up in the barracks, I’ll know,” he said. He took a deep breath and whistled. “You share a whistle?” Trevanion said in disbelief. “Do you have a problem with that?” Finnikin asked. “I have a few whistles,” Lucian murmured. “Very confusing sometimes.” “Whistles are meant for combat,” Trevanion said. “Not wooing women. Women do not understand whistles.

I want to be sitting in front of my computer, where you can press a button to block out your junk mail. These two are my junk mail.