When the moment comes to stop running from your past, to turn around and face the thing you thought you could not face--the moment when your life teeters between giving up and getting up--when that moment comes, and it always comes, if you can't get up and you can't give up either, here's what you do: Crawl.

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

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

His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield.

If the world breaks a million and one promises, can you trust the million and second?

I start to unbutton his shirt. "Got to get these clothes off," I mutter. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." Smile. Lopsided. Sexy.

Still, you tend to believe what you always believed, think what you always thought, expect what you always expected