Quote by Rae Carson

“How long do you think it will take us to cross?” Jefferson asks. “According to the Major, about three and a half days,” I say, looking at the sky. “It’s Monday afternoon. Maybe we’ll be across by Thursday at sunrise.” He whistles. “I was happier before I knew that.” “Think of it this way: Once we cross, we’re in California. Give or take a mountain range or two.” Therese says, “Then we’re practically almost there.”

Quote by Rae Carson