“Normally, he liked boundaries. Boundaries were the safety net. Boundaries kept people on the right path. But right now, he felt like rules were made to be broken and consequences were miles and miles away.”

“Did you see what we did?” Vine asked for the thousandth time. “That’s what I’m talking about! Those hell hounds were nothing. When do I get to face a wraith?”

“And love is for victims." She shoved her helmet onto her head. "And like you said, I don't have that luxury anymore.”

“Excuse me, but you didn't answer me. What part of it is good for you?" she pressed."I found you," he said.”

“Trust is for the weak [...] and love is for victims.”

“It could be spelled a-b-c-d and it wouldn't help me. I have no idea what that is.”

“If journeys came with rulebooks, he'd probably just disobeyed every word.”