When you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope.

In the beginning we were a group of nine. Three are gone, dead. There are six of us left. They are hunting us, and they won't stop until they've killed us all. I am Number Four. I know that I am next.

She reaches up and pulls my face to her and kisses me, her soft lips on mine. I don't want her to stop kissing me. As long as she is, then everything is fine. Everything is right, I would stay in this room forever if I could. The world can pass by without me, without us. Just as long as we can stay here, together, in each other's arms.

If he had one true love, then he wanted you to have one, too.

Setrakus is more or less invincible. Only Pittacus Lore, the most powerful of all the Lorien Elders, would have been able to defeat him.

I guess I had this silly notion that things would be different now, since I was different.

My breathing is controlled, but all the fear and anger within me. Fear is too simple a word. Terror. That's what I feel.