Paige, you will have two tasks tonight,’ he said, turning to face me. ‘Both will test the limits of your sanity. Will you believe me if I tell you that they will help you?”Not likely,’...

I looked at him and he looked at me. A moment. A choice. My choice. His choice.

Nothing’s worse than a story without an end.

The revolution in Sheol I had beaten the odds. With the right reasons, at the right moment, even the most beaten and broken of people could rise up and reclaim themselves.

It is not that I do not want you. Only that I might want you too much. And for too long

Madness is a matter of perspective, little dreamer.

Maybe you should do something with it.

Words are everything. Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.

I would never see him again.But as I watched the tunnel race before my eyes, I was certain of one thing: I did trust him.Now I had only to trust in myself.

His dreamscape sent a tongue of fire across my flowers