She gently placed his hand against the beating pulse of her heart. Always, always it beat out of control, and he held his hand to it until he felt it perfectly match his.

What's with what you're wearing?" Griggs asks while we stand outside waiting for the others. "It's pretty hideous, isn't it?" I say. "Don't force me to look at it," he says. "It's see-through." That kills conversation for a couple of seconds.

He 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.

Your problems are out there. But they're small. They only grow out of proportion when they climb inside your head.

But you pashed Jonah Griggs and he's the leader of the enemy.

I'm sick and tired of you people living interstate and overseas from people you want to be with. You're ruining my life! All of you!

Woman, I’m trying to fight here! Or has that escaped your attention?