Hold on tight, Sam." He puts me in a choke hold. "Ahhh," I gasp. "Not that tight.

When you look death in the eye and death blinks first, nothing seems impossible.

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

Then I strip the pants away from each leg, like peeling a banana. That's it, the perfect metaphor: peeling a banana.

My first favourite book was Are You My Mother? A picture book about a lost bird. After that my favourites changed almost yearly. I loved everything by Roald Dahl, but my favourite was probably Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. A librarian gave me a first edition of that book, which I treasure.

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

Oh, Will Henry. After all we have been through, how could I send you away now, at our most critical hour? You are indispensable to me.