Can’t it be stopped?” said Lina. She shifted around under her blanket, trying to find a place to sit where rocks weren’t digging into her.Maybe it can be stopped at the beginning,” Maddy said. “If...

She realized all at once that Doon, thin, dark eyed Doon, with his troublesome temper and his terrible brown jacket, and his good heart—- was the person she knew better than anyone now. He was...

Lina couldn’t sleep at first, thinking of the old songs and what they meant. Someone, long ago, had hoped that at least a few people would survive and had wanted them to remember her city...

Doon was touched. Kenny looked like a tiny little wisp, but there was something strong inside him. –People of Sparks–

Wouldn’t it be strange, she thought, to have a blue sky? But she liked the way it looked. It would be beautiful – a blue sky.

He says I’m beautiful as a red tomato

A darkness different from Ember’s, but just as frightening…

Now Doon seemed to care for his new friends more than he did for her. Every time she thought about him she felt a thud of pain, like a bruised place inside her.

When someone has been mean to you, why would you want to be good to them?’ ‘You wouldn’t want to. That’s what makes it hard. You do it anyway. Being good is hard. Much harder...

Think about what it would mean to fight,” he said. “Say we barricade ourselves here in the hotel and refuse to leave. They come at us with their Weapon, whatever it is. Some of us...

How can you stand to do it? The poor little mouse!”Grover shrugged. “It’s nature,” he said. “Nature likes the snake just as much as the mouse.

Mrs. Murdo, walkind even more briskly to keep her spirits up, was crossing Harken Square when something fell to the pavement just in front of her with a terrific thump. How extraordinary, she thought, bending...

The trouble with anger is, it gets hold of you. And then you aren’t the master of yourself. Anger is.