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

Being in love is a very strange thing.

I've learned that some memories surprise you and reveal a sharp edge just when you least expect it.

We break our huddle and Eight immediately transforms into one of his massive avatars. His handsome features melt away, replaced by the snarling face and golden mane of a lion. He grows to about twelve feet, ten arms sprouting out of his sides, each of them tipped with razor-sharp claws. Nine whistles through his teeth. 'Now we're talking,' Nine says. 'One of your parents must've been a chimæra. Probably your mom.

You know the saying: he who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it. And when it's repeated, the stakes are doubled.

The only limits for tomorrow are the doubts we have today.

I am her tribute. Survival is my gift to her.