There's always hand-to-hand combat. All you need is to come up with a knife, and you'll at least stand a chance. If I get jumped, I'm dead!" I can hear my voice rising in anger. "But you won't! You'll be living up in some tree eating raw squirrels and picking off people with arrows.

Here began countless days of hunting and snaring, fishing and gathering, roaming together through the woods, unloading our thoughts while we filled our game bags. This was the doorway to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.

Either you came in here a swimmer or you'd better be a really fast learner

Remember that even in war there is a time for restraint. A time to hold back your sword.

Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and your dead

It's weird, how much he's noticed me... And apparently, I have not been as oblivious to him as I imagined, either.

Somehow it always comes back to coal at school.