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

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

We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.

Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude.

Great sci-fi has never shied from tackling the Big Questions, though really great sci-fi never forgets to entertain us along the way. Shock and awe applies to art, as well.

Maybe the last human being on Earth won't die of starvation or exposure or as a meal of wild animals. Maybe the last one to die will be killed by the last one alive.

I didn't save you," he whispers, lips tickling my eyelashes. "You saved me.