“You're back," Sam said, as if he couldn't quite believe it.She lifted her chin, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "Obviously."He tilted his head slightly to the side. "How was the desert?"There wasn't a scratch on him. Of course, her face had healed too but... "Hot," she said. Sam let out a breathy chuckle.”

“You're back," Sam said, as if he couldn't quite believe it.She lifted her chin, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "Obviously."He tilted his head slightly to the side. "How was the desert?"There wasn't a scratch on him. Of course, her face had healed too but... "Hot," she said. Sam let out a breathy chuckle.”

“We each survive in our own way.”

“Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.”

“Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.”

“She didn't fear the night, though she found little comfort in its dark hours.”

“I didn’t think saying good-bye would be so hard. And with everything that’s to come—We’ll face it together. To whatever end.”

“What we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength.”

“She wouldn't ask. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire.”

“And if I asked for the moon on a string?" - Sorsha”

“We need hope, or else we cannot endure.”

“Wrong kind of witch." - Manon Blackbeak”