I’d prefer you accuse my son, so he can defend his innocence rather than prolong unnecessary guilt.” (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)

I couldn’t help but feel as if everyone had lied about everything. We all had secrets. We all had a dark side to our innocent cover. I wondered what we would be like, if we...

Differences disappear when faced with death.

I leaned out one last time and caught a snowflake on my tongue. They tasted so good, so pure and so divine, like nothing I had ever tasted from the sky. It was as if...

The closer he was the less confident I was.

I don’t believe that,” I said, and he raised his brow beneath his shaggy hair. “I never asked you to.” (Jessica)

Just because I wasn’t human, didn’t mean I could discount human life. (Eric)

He’s been through so much and to watch that boy suffer makes me wish this world wasn’t so cruel.

I was a person full of wishes but without a star.

I wanted to survive—not for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric)

My problem stemmed from not forgiving myself.

The feeling of death is not as peaceful as they make it sound in movies and books. It was frightening and empty…I never want to feel it again.

The dark, twisting clouds that had settled over Vendona’s streets seemed to open up and glide past the winking moon. The wind moaned slowly as it died while the trees began dancing with a melody...

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

I saw something I could never forget. I saw lifetimes of acknowledgement, fear, wisdom, questioning, and understanding in a child’s eye. It was the worst thing I would ever witness.

Either way, one should love their children, shouldn’t they? After all, children are only duplicates of your own genes. What did these children ever ask for? They wanted love, family, and support. But WE kicked...

You can’t make the world perfect, Daniel,” Michelle said calmly while dusting dirt off her jeans with her delicate hand. “No. I can’t,” I agreed. “But I can sure help make it better.

When everything was right, something was bound to go wrong. (Jessica)

…it’s my job to lead you to success, and, if you fail, it’s because I failed, not you.’” (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)

His entire presence was like gravity, impossible to forget, possible to believe in, a theory merged into a law.

She used to tell me that a full moon was when mysterious things happen and wishes come true.

Sometimes we hurt the ones we love, but hurting ourselves to avoid it doesn’t make it better.

Chaos within destiny. It was the definition of our love.

Until they feel what we feel, they will never fully understand the own hell they caused.

It’s alright, kiddo. I’ll love you no matter how you are. No matter if you are gifted or not, your mother and I will love you all the way to the end of forever…

She was always daydreaming. She never wanted to live in the real world; she always seemed to be separated from other children her age. They couldn’t understand her or her imagination. She was always thinking...

She was strong and stubborn but loving. She was an untouchable angel with a devil’s mark. She was beautiful.

Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates, selfishly and without control. (Eric)

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.

I’m just helping someone who is unfortunate. Is that a crime?

It was almost painful to be different.

War?’ The word held too much definition for three letters.

I live within my daydreams and nightmares; through that, I have learned to create, and I never cease from doing so.

My insanity begged for a distraction. (Eric)

I was falling in love with her, and she was falling in love with me. It was fated, decided before any of us were born, and I hated it as much as I loved it....

It’s going to be okay, Eric,” Urte said, helping me sit up. I shook my head. “Lying is my forte, Urte, not yours.” (Eric.)

We had grown into one another somewhere along the way. We were officially a team.

Anyone could be anybody. (Eric)

Instead of a criminal or a drug addict, I was looking at a boy—just a boy.

The comfort was peculiarly chilling.

One moment of true happiness was worth all the moments of pain. (Jessica)

What fueled this hatred? Society.

The rebel inside of me always ignored the rules.

Identity was everything, but it seemed I never had one. (Jessica)

But this girl—She reminded me of what it was like to believe in something. Her hope was naïve, but it was real, and I hadn’t felt something real in years. Nothing positive anyways. (Eric)

I liked this rich lifestyle, but I loved the poor lifestyle better. The less money people had, the less greedy they seemed to be. The people who lived around our flocks seemed to always love...

I found him between a reality and a nightmare.

I didn’t even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn’t need one to know her. (Eric)

Fate was tricky like that. It consumed us when we thought we were free, and it freed us when we thought we were captured.

Tell me, how do get away from your own self?” she questioned. I knew what she meant with a sickening realization. They knew what I was. Somehow, they had found out my only secret.