I made the wrong choice ," I whispered. My mother shook her head. "A child should never have to choose.

Fear is how you lose your life...a little bit at a time...What we give to fear, we take away from...faith.

I lived," Dor said, "but I was not alive.

I seem to have very few casual readers, only passionate and appreciative ones.

I shot you, all right," he said, "and you lost something, but you gained something as well. You just don't know it yet. I gained something, too." What?" I got to keep my promise. I didn't leave you behind.

The story of my recent life.' I like that phrase. It makes more sense than 'the story of my life', because we get so many lives between birth and death. A life to be a child. A life to come of age. A life to wander, to settle, to fall in love, to parent, to test our promise, to realize our mortality- and in some lucky cases, to do something after that realization.

She had been so consumed with escaping her own misery, she hadn't considered the misery she might inflict.