“Home isn't a place, Cassie.' The memory crept up on me. 'Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.”

“Believe me," he said simply.”

“You want power-either because you've already had a taste of it and want more, or because you've been made to feel powerless for too long.”

“You do what you can," he said, after seconds of silence had stretched to a minute, "to make sure your kids are safe. From the second they're born..." He stared at the lines of Nightshade's face, the ordinariness of it. "You want to protect them. From every skinned knee, from hurt feelings and punk kids who push smaller ones into the dirt, form the worst parts of yourself and the worst parts of this world.”

“Home isn't a place, Cassie.' The memory crept up on me. 'Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.”

“Dance it off.”

“Nothing hurts you unless you let it.”

“Home isn't a place. Home is the people who love you most, the people who will always love you, forever and ever, no matter what.”

“Sometimes, the most dangerous people were the ones you trusted most.”

“Home isn't a place. It's not having a bed to come home to, or a yard, or a Christmas tree at the holidays. Home is the people who love you.”

“Home is the people who love you.”