No true hero ever believes that they are one.

And he thinks that if his soul had a form, this is what it would be. A baby sleeping in his arms.

Tranq'd by your own gun,"Lev says."How pathetic.

He also keeps his silence when Bible passages become shredded to justify unwinding, and kids start to see the face of God in the fragments.

In a perfect world everything would be either black or white, right or wrong, and everyone would know the difference. But this isn't a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is.

There's a quickening of her heart when she sees him. She tells herself it's anger.

I came running down the stairs that morning, like it was Christmas. My parents were already up. In my family, presents never waited; they were there upon waking. Our family has a problem with what they called delayed gratification. We want what we want when we want it, and we always want it now.