“(this I wrote for our troops, amazing men & women serving our country - sometimes with great sacrifice.)Owen’s OwnHis girls were his world,He built his life around them.Their laughs,Their smiles,Their tears,Their sorrows;He fought for it all.Thousands of miles away,Day after day,He fought to keep them safe,Keep them from harm,But being gone, he could do it all.They weren’t hurt, his girls,But they weren’t safe anymore.Finally he could come homeAnd truly protect his own.”

“Men had always told Kaladin that he fought like nobody else. He’d felt it on the first day he’d picked up a quarterstaff, though Tukks’s advice had helped him refine and channel what he could do. Kaladin had cared when he fought. He’d never fought empty or cold. He fought to keep his men alive.”

“Rowdy fought everybody. He fought boys and girls. Men and women. He fought stray dogs. Hell, he fought the weather. He'd throw wild punches at rain.Honestly.”

“I don't want to lose you.' His voice almost a whisper. Seeing his haggard expression, she took his hand and squeezed it, then reluctantly let it go. She could feel the tears again, and she fought them back. 'But you don't want to keep me, either, do you?' To that, he had no response.”

“You’re safe, Lauren,” he murmured and my eyes came back to his.“You weren’t safe with him but, honey, swear to God, you’re safe with me.”

“He'd built a wall around his heart to protect it, and she was slowly brick by brick, smile by smile, laugh by laugh, kindness by kindness, tearing it down. Tomorrow he'd refortify it.Tonight he simply wanted the haven she could provide.”