“Something inside me dies. I think it is called hope - a little feather drifting in the breeze, staying afloat and dancing until it drops to the ground, trampled under the feet of reality; or maybe it sees that it is fruitless to stick around and flies further on, out of reach and impossible to grasp.” HopeHope And DespairFeather Book:Books of Destinies Vol. 2 Source: Books of Destinies Vol. 2
“Yeah, I'm aware," I scoff. "He's only been snooping around in my brain half the year." Oh God, that means he heard all the times I was swooning over him. That's not embarrassing.” Mind Reading Book:Books of Destinies Vol. 1 Source: Books of Destinies Vol. 1