I'd rather be partly great than entirely useless.
That's wisdom you can take to the grave, and dig up when you need it!
No true hero ever believes that they are one.
I smell fear, he said with a quiet intensity. But not nearly enough.
All this time, Lev ever realized what he needed. He did not need to be adored or pitied. He needed to be forgiven. Not by God, who is all forgiving. Not by people like Marcus and Pastor Dan, who would always stand by his side. He needed to be forgiven by an unforgiving world.
What can fingerprints mean when theyโre not necessarily yours?