Brodi Ashton

“I was in the neighborhood," he said, answering the question I was about to ask. His lips twitched. "You know, wandering around, trying to be a hero.”

“Heroes don't exist. And if they did, I wouldn't be one of them.”

“Remembering is easy. It's forgetting that's hard.”

“Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.”

“Who loses hope first? And who never gives up? Because it’s not the supernatural abilities that set mythical characters apart. It’s the decisions the human characters make, in impossible situations, that have us still talking about them centuries later. Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.”

“Sometimes, when something hurts us, our hearts break a little-in a slightly ... more literal way than for humans. Our pain sort of spills out and onto anyone around us. We call it a cracked heart.”

“Sometimes... Sometimes our hearts...crack a little.”

“If you're gonna leave, I wish you'd just leave. Why do you keep coming back if you're not going to stay? Because even when you're gone, you're never really gone... I won't get over it if you keep coming back. Losing you once was hard enough. And now you're here again and everything's coming back. I'm going to get screwed. And I can't do it again.”

“I didnt tell him I'd thought of him every day. That even when every other memory had faded, he never left. - Nikki”

“Sometimes...." He paused and squeezed his eyes shut. " Sometimes our hearts.... crack a little." -Jack”

“If there is an afterlife, I want my soul intact. And then maybe I'll see you there."I smiled, somehow calm now that I was facing something inevitable. I was getting the good-bye I'd always wanted. - Nikki”