Hope is that tiny light that the gods have given us so that we can find our way through our darkest hours. And while we might stub our toes and bruise our knees, if we keep moving forward, even when our progress is slow and painful, we will overcome and be made better by our journey. … No misery or bad situation is ever infinite or final until we make a conscious decision for it to be so.

And they choose our mates. (Ravyn) So what do they do? Jump here on earth, tap you on the shoulder, and say, ‘Hey, bub, marry her’? (Susan)

What happened to your hair, tiger? (Fang) It fell off. (Wren)

What are you doing here, Simi? (Astrid) Feeling peckish. Is there any food? Something not too heavy. Maybe a cow or two? (Simi)

If you leave here, War can find you again. What are you going to do if that happens? (Tory) Leave bloodstains on his best shirt. (Acheron)

Are you mad? (Artemis) Yes, I am. Mad at this world where we are nothing to the gods. Mad at the Fates who put us here for no purpose except to toy with us for their petty amusement. I wish all of the gods were dead and gone. (Acheron)

What happened to Darling’s face? (Kiara) It got his. Repeatedly. (Syn)