“Trent has kept his promise. He makes me smile every day.”

“His cold eyes stared at me. At last, he said wearily: "I have more faith in Hitler than in anyone else. He alone has kept his promises, all his promises, to the Jewish people.”

“You know,” he began, voice low and full, “if you were to ever leave me, I’d come looking for you, on every street.” “You promise?” “Always.” And I knew he kept his promises.”

“God could have kept Daniel out of the lion's den. But God has never promised to keep us out of hard places. What He has promised is to go with us through every hard place, and bring us through victoriously.”

“I’ll feel better when Trent gets his punk ass here.”“I’m here, you whiny little girl,” Trent said in a hushed voice. I could barely see his outline in the darkness, but his smile gleamed in the moonlight.“How ya been, sis?” he said. He hugged me with one arm, and then playfully shoved Travis with the other.”

“I frowned, wondering if Trent would mind being the size of a fairy for a day. He could talk to the newest tenants in his garden.”