Some things you don't have to promise. You just do.

She hated him and loved him, longed for him and loathed him, and cursed herself for feeling anything at all

We’re here, and then we’re gone, and it’s not about the time we’re here, but what we do with the time.

And in more than half the pictures, she isn't looking at the camera; she's looking at him. Not the way I would look at Ben Parish, all squishy around the eyes. She looks at Evan fiercely, like, This here? It's mine

After another half second, he's locked me in a bear hug, crushing me into his chest and lifting my feet a couple inches off the ground as I kick furiously with my heels, twisting my head back and forth, snapping at his forearm with my teeth. And the whole time his lips tickling the delicate skin of my ear. "Cassie. Don't. Cassie..." "Let...me...go." "That's been the whole problem. I can't.

And if humanity is the last war, then I am the battlefield.

There's a hero in every heart waiting for the dragon to come out.