“ It made me think how different everything might have been if we had both been born in Terravin. Mary E. Pearson
“ ChoiceI needed it like I needed air.Bit no one could hear me. No one could listen. No words. No sound.No voice.I couldn't even dream myself away.Choices were made.None of them mine.At first I wondered… Mary E. Pearson
“ I looked at her, unsure how to answer. Even after everything Mikael had done, every day I had to let go again. He was a habit in my thoughts, not any more welcome than a rash, but I'd find myself thin… Mary E. Pearson
“ Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity. Mary E. Pearson
“ My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snappe… Mary E. Pearson
“ Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods…But even the great can tremble with fear.Even the great can fall Mary E. Pearson
“ Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, th… Mary E. Pearson
“ Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and darker dreams live, but it doesn't have to become who we are. Mary E. Pearson
“ Of course you did." I took a step closer. "You have strengths, Tavish, that I greatly admire. You're skills helped saved Rafe's and my lives, for which I'll always be indebted to you. But there are ot… Mary E. Pearson
“ I see Jenna, smiling, chattering. And failing. When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go? Mary E. Pearson
“ The dictionary says my identity should be all about being separate or distinct, and yet it feels like it is so wrapped up in others. Mary E. Pearson
“ Until one comes who is mightier,The one sprung from misery,The one who was weak,The one who was hunted,The one marked with claw and vine,The one named in secret,The one called Jezelia. Mary E. Pearson
“ I saw sadness when I looked at what was left of them. The demigods who had once controlled the heavens had been brought low, humbled to the point of death. I always imagined I heart their crumbled mas… Mary E. Pearson
“ Snow. I wondered what it felt like. Aunt Bernette said it could be both soft and hard, cold and hot. It stung and burned when the wind pelted it through the air, and it was a gentle cold feather when… Mary E. Pearson
“ There aren't many berry bushes where I'm from.""And just where would that be?"His hand paused on a berry like it was a monumental decision whether to pluck it or not. He finally pulled and explained h… Mary E. Pearson
“ Today was the day a thousand dreams would die and a single dream would be born.The wind knew. It was the first of June, but cold gusts bit at the hilltop citadelle as fiercely as deepest winter, shaki… Mary E. Pearson
“ Ascente cha ores ri ve breazza.""Turn your ear to the wind," she interpreted. "Stand strong. Mary E. Pearson
