He frosted under heavy guard.
The sun persists in rising, so I make myself stand
Each time I wake,I think, At last, this is over, but it isn't.
Living out here, I have found that many creatures would prefer not to fight. But if your first instinct is to reach for your sword, you will never discover that.
I think you'd be pretty in any color."-Posy to Octavia
Never," said Gregor. "I'll never get rid of you, no matter how hard I try." It was no longer an effort to say the words. "I love you." "I love you, too," said Luxa. After that there was nothing left to say.