“I sat up in bed. My T-shirt was soaking wet. My pillow was wet. My hair was wet. And my room was sticky and humid.”

“...you cannot punish a wet child for the rain.”

“Macon, wet from the raindrops for the first time.”

“Just as I lay back, she sat up. I sat up, and she flopped back down. Awkward. That was my every move when it came to her. Now we were both lying down, staring up at the blue sky.”

“I grabbed Aunt Prue's tiny hand, her fingers as small as bare twigs in winter. I closed my eyes and took her other hand, twisting my strong fingers together with her frail ones. I rested my forehead against our hands and closed my eyes. I imagined lifting my head up and seeing her smiling, the tape and tubes gone. I wondered if wishing was the same thing as praying. If hoping for something badly enough could make it happen.”

“Blood of my heart, protection is thine.Life of my life, taking yours, taking mineBody of my body, marrow and mindSoul of my soul, to our spirit bindBlood of my heart, my tides, my moonBlood of my heart, my salvation, my doom”

“I held up my glass and stared through it, where things looked as distorted as they really were.”