Sometimes I feel like a junkie. One minute something happens in my life and I'm flying. Next minute I take a nose-dive and just as I'm about to hit the ground with full force something else will have me flying again.

Do I have to be here to belong to you?' Froi asked. 'Can't I belong to you wherever I am?

Promise me you'll never stop dreaming.

For reasons he couldn’t understand a sadness came over him and it was then he saw the girl standing on the other side of the dirt road, her eyes pools of absolute sorrow, her light brown hair glowing in the splinters of sunlight that forced their way through the trees.

Lucian was beginning to get used to hearing her small observations at night. More than anything, he realized he liked her voice in the dark. It made him feel less lonely.

A home to come back to every day of their lives. Where they would all belong or long to be. A place on the Jellicoe Road.

What are you so sad about? We're going to know him for the rest of our lives.