I am collecting the lessons each faction has to teach me, and storing them in my mind like a guidebook for moving through the world. There is always somthing to learn, always somthing that is important to understand

We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.

What good is a prepared body if you have a scattered mind?

Dead people can be our heroes because they can't disappoint us later; they only improve over time, as we forget more and more about them.

That is death - shifting from "is" to "was.

His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his fingers ignited them. I pull close to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him.

No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.