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“Do you care?" I ask. "Do you care that I have no skirt?" "At the moment, Tori, no. It's in the airing cupboard. It's just a bit crinkled." "Yeah, I found it. It's supposed to be a pleated skirt, Mum. Currently, there are no pleats." "Tori. I'm really busy." "But I don't have a skirt to wear to school." "Wear your other skirt then, for Christ's sake!" "I literally just told you, it's too sma-" "Tori! I really don't care!" O stop talking. I look at her. I wonder if I'll end up like her. Not caring whether my daughter has a skirt to wear to school.”

“Cassian stepped in Nesta's path when she tried to walk past him. Put a tan, callused hand on her forehead. She shook off the touch, but he gripped her wrist, forcing her to meet his stare. 'Any one of those human pricks makes a move to hurt you,' he breathed, 'and you kill them.' ... Cassian pressed one of his knives into Nesta's hand. 'Ash can kill you now,' he said with lethal quiet as she stared down at the blade. 'A scratch can make you queasy enough to be vulnerable. Remember where the exits are in every room, every fence and courtyard- mark them when you go in, and mark how many men are around you. Mark where Rhys and the others are. Don't forget that you're stronger and faster. Aim for the soft parts,' he added, folding her fingers around the hilt. 'And if someone gets you into a hold...' My sister said nothing as Cassian showed her the sensitive areas on a man. Not just the groin, but the inside of the foot, pinching the thigh, using her elbow like a weapon. When he finished, he stepped back, his hazel eyes churning with some emotion I couldn't place. Nesta surveyed the fine dagger in her hand. Then lifted her head to look at him. 'I told you to come to training,' Cassian said with a cocky grin, and strode off. I studied Nesta, the dagger, her quiet, still face. 'Don't even start,' she warned me, and headed for the stairs.”

“But why are the Terribles turning people mean?” he asked. “So that we fight. So that we argue. So that the world is a horrible place that we don't even want any more. I think they've started in Starkley, because it's so boring that hardly anyone ever comes here. They're testing things out and, if it works, I think they'll turn the whole world mean. And that's when they'll take over. When we're too mean to care.”

“The surprising thing was that they didn’t care what I thought about them; they cared about me. Even though I’d inwardly made fun of them for their Bible studies, sharing their life stories, and praying, I couldn’t stop thinking about how joyful they were. How utterly different they were from any other people I’d ever met.”

“Here.' Jacks' voice was right behind her. And then she felt her ruffled cloak. He placed it across her shoulders and quickly secured the straps to her corset. 'If you freeze to death, the trouble I've gone to keeping you alive will be wasted.' His mocking tone was back, clipped and cutting, and yet she felt the soft brush of her fingertips lingering against her neck before he pulled away.”

“You see, the key to helping other people out of them loneliness is nothing more difficult than good old-fashioned perseverance. It's not always easy, me know that, but you've got to be willing to keep doors open, to carry on trying even if it doesn't look like it's working. You've got to refuse to give up on people, even if them giving up on themselves.”

“Cardan stands over me. His jacket is thrown on a nearby chair, the velvet soaked through with some dark substance. His white sleeves are rolled up, and he's washing my hands with a wet cloth. Getting the blood off them. I try to speak, but my mouth feels like it is full of honey. I slide back into the syrupy dark.”

“Logan studied him for a moment. “What exactly is your power?” “Staying alive,” Cristiano answered. “You’d better be sure she does,” Ayden said. “Stay alive, that is, because if anything happens to her, Sicarius or not, I’m coming for you.” After a beat, Matthias added, “And he won’t be alone.” “Ahhh,” I smiled. “I knew you cared.” Matthias groaned. “Why do you ruin everything?” “Part of my charm.”

“I was starting to learn that there’s a lot about the South African culture that follows the ceremony of a set rhythm. Love being the overarching ingredient – the flavor not openly mentioned yet fundamentally enjoyed -- from the freshly made homemade bread to how she had carefully chosen the right cut of biltong to accompany the flavor tones of the breakfast for the biltong sandwiches. It was all part of the little details – little thumbprints of love – that goes into the essence of the South African culture that most South Africans are oblivious, too, yet that only makes it more powerful – profound in its value since it’s so deeply engraved into the subconsciousness of the country’s expression of hospitality.”

“Together, we decide that a hero: Is brave, but not without fear. Because if you fear nothing, how can you be brave? Says what they believe is right. Because if you cannot say what you believe in, how much do you believe in it? Works to make the world better. Because doing something is even more important than talking about it. Acts out of love for others. Because caring for other people is the biggest difference between a hero and a villain.”

“I began thinking about what would happen if we all just acknowledged our brokenness, if we owned up to our weaknesses, our deficits, our biases, our fears. Maybe if we did, we wouldn’t want to kill the broken among us who have killed others. Maybe we would look harder for solutions to caring for the disabled, the abused, the neglected, and the traumatized. I had a notion that if we acknowledged our brokenness, we could no longer take pride in mass incarceration, in executing people, in our deliberate indifference to the most vulnerable.”

“Sounds like he’s a good person to be around.” “Does it?” “You do a lot for other people.” She flips open my chart and lifts up a few pieces of paper. “You volunteer, you’ve mentored for the middle school girls, and just a few months ago you received that award for completing sixty hours of peer mediation. You’re a strong, amazing young woman. It’s wonderful that someone wanted to do something nice for you”

“The bathroom and the laundry room may be humble, utilitarian spaces, but let me point out a simple fact you may have overlooked: they can also be noble places. If you're cleaning yourself and attending to your own grooming regularly, you're making an effort to present yourself well to the world. If you're taking the time to relax in a bubble bath periodically, you're recognizing that life is not all about activity and achievement and that there are suitable times to de-stress and meditate. If you're monitoring your weight on a scale or taking vitamin supplements kept in your bathroom, you're pursuing the value of health. If you're storing medical supplies that you can grab when a child wakes up sick in the night, you're prepared to bring relief. If you're bathing an infant, or perhaps a disabled spouse or elderly parent, you're giving comfort while serving a basic human need. If you're teaching and modeling a simple approach to health and beauty for your kids, you're helping to start them out well in life. If you're going through the routine of washing your family's clothes week in and week out, they may not thank you but they owe you. Let me say it: thank you for caring and thank you for making the most of these spaces in your house by keeping them tidy and uncluttered.”

“But no good comes of giving away pieces of our heart in the midst of a war." Pere Clément waited until she looked up and met his eye. "It's dangerous, Eva." Eva knew then that he wasn't just talking about the children. She thought of Rémy, whom she'd been seeing less of lately as he became more involved in running errands for the underground. "It's more dangerous not to, I think.”