“Scarlett doesn’t want to go to the hospital. Not surprising, really, since we have to come up with an elaborate story about how we all got so severely wounded.“Dogfight. We broke one up,” my sister answers for us as a horrified emergency room receptionist looks at Scarlett’s raw, bleeding shoulders.“Dogs dislike us.” Silas shrugs, clutching the wound on his chest. He glances down at the burn wounds on my legs. I think they might scar, but it’s hard to say. The receptionist speaks into a walkie-talkie, then lets her eyes travel from the fresh wounds to the ancient scars on Scarlett’s body.“Dogs pretty much hate me,” Scarlett says testily. The poor receptionist looks relieved when the ER doctors appear and usher us down the hall.”

“There's a pain we can never heal,it's okay to have the wound,the scars would remind us how we got it,”

“It is our wounds that create in us a desire to reach for miracles. The fulfillment of such miracles depends on whether we let our wounds pull us down or lift us up towards our dreams.”

“Do you suppose that’s it? That’s all there is to it?” Scarlett whispers, collapsing backward onto the couch.“Even if it isn’t, how many seventh sons of seventh sons can there be in this city?” Silas says. He takes my hand, and even though Scarlett is watching, I can’t bring myself to pull it away. “We . . . we have it. We just need to find him.”We don’t speak. I squeeze Silas’s hand and he smiles at me as Scarlett stands and beings pacing, deep in thought.“Good job, love,” Silas whispers to me. When Scarlett’s back is turned, he pulls me toward him and kisses my forehead adoringly.”

“We all have scars, Kere. Inside and out. Wounds that go so deep, they leave a permanent mark on us. But that doesn’t make them ugly or revolting. They were hard lessons learned and for better or worse, they changed us. No matter how hard you try to hide them, they will always be there. And I think your scars are beautiful because they are what have made you the man I care about.” - Zarya Starska”

“From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says, "I survived".”