Sometimes there’s not a better way. Sometimes there’s only the hard way.

The information. Every bit that of information that was ever in your brain. But the information is not the mind Jenna. That we’ve never accomplished before. What we’ve done with you is groundbreaking. We cracked...

Ancients pulled metals more precious than gold from the center of the earth – They spun into giant lacy wings that flew them to the stars and back “Is that what you’d do with wings?”She...

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

Observing and understanding are two different things.

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.

I will find you.In the farthest corner, I will find you.

The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.

A perfect night… a perfect forever

It made me think how different everything might have been if we had both been born in Terravin.

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.

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, the weaving...

I’m sorry to hear that.

It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.

I see Jenna, smiling, chattering. And failing. When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?

Pieces”Isn’t that what all of life is anyway?Shards. Bits. Moments.Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?Am I just as full as anyone else? Enough?Pieces.Allys saying “I like...

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...

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 snapped...

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

Ascente cha ores ri ve breazza.””Turn your ear to the wind,” she interpreted. “Stand strong.

Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can’t define your identity.

Being like everyone else is highly overrated.

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...

Their voices meld into a cloudy rumble of their own, and I ponder Mira’s and Aidan’s secrets and imagine the injustice that threads through other lives, injustice that has no face because it is hidden...

Pieces. A bit for someone here. A bit there. And sometimes they don’t add up to anything whole. But you are so busy dancing. Delivering. You don’t have time to notice. Or are afraid to...

I walked up to Griz and poked him in the chest. “Let me make this perfectly clear to you. Though some might seek to make it appear otherwise, I am not a bride to be...

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...

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 if...

Some things aren’t meant to be known. Only believed.

And all I want is to hold her and make the rest of the world go away.

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...

Don’t be afraid, child,The stories are always there.

It’s other people who make us wise, and I haven’t known nearly enough.

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.

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.

It’s the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.

What I think is all I have left. My mind is the only thing that makes me different from a fancy toaster. What we think does matter-it’s all we truly have.