Alexandra Bracken

Are you sure this isn't a nightmare? And that we won't just wake up?Yes.Because dreamers always wake up and leave their monsters behind.

But there's a beginning in an end, you know? It's true that you can't reclaim what you had, but you can lock it up behind you. Start fresh.

How do you fight against a mountain? How do you move it when you don't even have a shovel?_ __aybe you don't have to move it,_ Etta said, folding the gown over the lid of the trunk. __aybe you have to climb it.

Who could be satisfied with seeking out the four corners of one small world, when there was the whole of time to be had?

This time should have been no different. But it was.

You gotta stand up and walk, Gem,_ he said quietly, turning his back on them. __ou have to walk out of here. Not just for them, but for yourself. Come on. You have to walk out of here on your own two feet._ So I did.

You gotta stand up and walk, Gem,_ he said quietly, turning his back on them. __ou have to walk out of here. Not just for them, but for yourself. Come on. You have to walk out of here on your own two feet.__o I did.

You gotta stand up and walk, Gem,_ he said quietly, turning his back on them. __ou have to walk out of here. Not just for them, but for yourself. Come on. You have to walk out of here on your own two feet. So I did.

I didn't have time for tears anymore. I had questions.

When a girl cries, few things are more worthless than a boy.

Love was selfish, wasn't it? It made honest men want things they had no right to. It cocooned one from the rest of the world, erased time itself, knocked away reason. It made you live in defiance of the inevitable. It made you want another's mind, body; it made you feel as if you deserved to own their heart, and carve out a place in it.

Nope," he whispered, when I tried to tug it away. "Mine now.

See how many doors open, Alastor said, when someone with influence and ideas comes along with a key? Fortune can be hoarded, or it can be shared.

It's always easier to take something than work for it...

If I wasn't the same person I had been six years ago, how could I expect her to be?

What good is honour when greed eats away at its foundations?

Hours of being asked:"Do you understand?" But for all of her answers, she never got around the one question I had wanted to ask."What does it feel like?

I do not know what, in the end, makes a person who they are. If we`re all born one way, or if we only arrive there after as series of chioces. The bible claims that the wicked act on their own desires and impulses, because God is good, only good, and He would never compel a soul to wickedness. That I`m supposed to count on justice in the next life, even if I can`t have it in this one.