Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.

He squeezed her hand. "Then I'll come get you, wherever you are when it happens. We'll be okay." "But what about everybody else?" He stared out across the river, nodding slowly. "My guess is, everybody else is in big trouble.

Maybe that was the price of loving someone: You lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.

They walked with a pedatory grace.... one of them ripped off their hood and said, "my name is Tally Youngblood and is a special circumstance".

Tally turned away. Five minutes was suddenly too long to stand here, eyes burning, unable to cry.

Sometimes it felt like her life was a series of falls from ever-greater heights.

Maybe this was how you stayed sane in wartime: a handful of noble deeds amid the chaos.