I thought you couldn't make it here until morning," I said. "I hurried.

Adam has always had . . . heroic tendencies.” I touched Adam’s arm. “He’s my hero.” There was another pause. . . “That is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Bran said. “Be careful, Adam, or you’ll turn her into a real girl.” Adam looked at me. “I like her just the way she is, Bran.” And he meant it, greasy overalls, broken fingernails, and all.

My father said that a silent person is trying to hide something.

He loved her beyond all reason and didn't expect her to love him back. He was just waiting for her to wise up.

Charles preferred his deer to taste like meat and his pancakes to look like pancakes. Brother Wolf thought he was too picky. Brother Wolf was probably right.

She open her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his figures continued playing with out pause.

Dont let the bastards grind you down?" Bran looked at me incredulously.