Face it, friends. For this journey, roads are optional.

Don’t worry, Miss Brielle. To be honest, the ones with a little bit of crazy have always been my favorite.

Zane sighed. Jovan and Mother were just the same. “Maybe later” meant no.

Zane was pretty sure that worries and bossing were related, like a pair of old aunties.

Oh. Sure. It makes perfect sense. Zane is a wolf because his father is an eagle.

They say that to live in the Wilds, you have to be half-wild yourself. Or at least very brave. And Zane is both.

Do you mean that Zane is some kind of bird magnet?

Crazy people. They never think they're crazy. Their craziness makes perfect sense to them.

You get built up and put on a pedestal and then people want to bring you down. It can be hurtful. Some people try to make me look bad or not a nice person but it's completely false.

In your heart you know he's right.

That which He has not assumed He has not healed.

My agents are busy with the final details of the contract.

Verily the lust for comfort murders the passion of the soul, and then walks grinning in the funeral.

I'm interested in how the confessional is so abrasively critiqued today. I'm not really comfortable with simply confessing but I do think "confessing" is a major part of reckoning.

When Love gives, it gives all; when it takes, it takes all. It's very taking is giving.

The warmth of his body shouldn’t have felt good. He was angry and every muscle was tense. It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

I'm a hopeless mother; a hopeless wife; I have to try harder. I'm just a pathetic case history, really.