The kid who didn't go back when he should have and now goes back when he shouldn't. The kid called Zombie, who made a promise, and if he breaks that promise, the war is over - not the big war, but the war that matters, the one in the battlefield of his heart. Because promises matter. They matter now more than ever.

It's hard to plan for what comes next when what comes next is not something you planned for.

I was woefully ignorant in the social graces. I was being raised, after all, by Pellinore Warthrop.

I would kill for a cheeseburger. Honestly. If I stumbled across someone eating a cheeseburger, I would kill them for it.

Sometimes in my tent, late at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping against the sky.

I was a slave to something he believed to be silly and superstitious: the idea that all life was worth defending and that nothing justified surrender to the forces of destruction.

Dr. Warthrop chopped off my finger with a butcher knife.