We're not helpless. Novels are full of ragtag bands facing impossible odds.

His kind of power,the way he looks. You'd have to be mad or blind not to notice it.

I was just so excited,” Isaak said. He pulled off his left boot and watched it spill what looked like half a lake onto the carpet. “Finally something went wrong and I had nothing to do with it.

I think fatigue suits you, Zoya. The pallor. The shadows beneath your eyes. You look like a heroine in a novel. ""I look like a woman about to step on your foot. ""Now, now. You're managing remarkably well. And the smiling hasn't killed you yet.""Yet.

I don't remember saying you could give away my biscuits. ""It's for a good cause, besides you've barely touched them. ""I'm saving them for later, and you should not cross me when it's comes to sweets. "Jasper nodded. "She's like a dessert-hoarding dragon.

But please, tell me more about Fjerdan girls. ""They speak quietly. They don't engage in flirtations with every single man they meet. ""I flirt with the woman too. ""I think you'd flirt with a date palm if it would pay you any attention. ""If I flirted with a plant, you can bet it would stand up and take notice.

That squash is as wide as I am tall, " Nikolai said beneath his breath as he smiled and waved. "And twice as handsome. ""Half as handsome," he protested. "Ah, " said Zoya, "but the squash doesn't talk.

Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. (...) The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.

Remember me as a hero.