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.

The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.

I don’t know; I still like the name Six. Maren Elizabeth was when I was a different person, and right now Six just feels right. It can be short for something if someone asks.” Sam looks over. “For what? Sixty?

That's another one of Sandor's rules for hiding in plain sight: always appear to be weaker than I actually am. Never push it.

I’ve done what Lorien has intended me to do, and that’s to undo damage that’s been inflicted on those who don’t deserve it.

I can't take not knowing what the next day will bring- the uncertainty is sawing me in two. The room is dark. A flickering candle burns on the window ledge a few feet away. I take a deep breath, which is to say, as deep a breath as I can take. "Are you okay?" Sarah asks. I wrap my arms around her. "I miss you," I say. "You miss me? But I'm right here." "That's the worst way to miss somebody. When they' re right beside you and you miss them anyway.

No more, no less. I'm an idiot. I really need to let this crush go.