Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't even know they're connected. Father and Lily were two sides of the same coin, I've decided, and maybe I am the space in between.

— Mary E. Pearson

Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't know they are connected.

— Mary E. Pearson

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.

— Mary E. Pearson

If ever there were three mismatched riders, it was us- the crown prince of Daybreak, the Assassin of Veda, and the fugitive princess of Mórrígan. Sons and daughter of three kingdoms, each bent on domination of the other two.

— Mary E. Pearson

If I had been shipped off to Daybreak, there are valuable things I never would have learned.

— Mary E. Pearson

I looked at her, unsure how to answer. Even after everything Mikael had done, every day I had to let go again. He was a habit in my thoughts, not any more welcome than a rash, but I'd find myself thinking of him before I even realized what I was doing. Banishing him from my thoughts was like learning to breathe in a new way. It was a conscious effort.

— Mary E. Pearson

I saw sadness when I looked at what was left of them. The demigods who had once controlled the heavens had been brought low, humbled to the point of death. I always imagined I heart their crumbled masterpieces singing an endless mourning dirge. I turned, looking at the wild grass shivering across the plateau. "I see only reminders that nothing lasts forever, not even greatness."" Some things last." I faced him. "Really? And just what would that be?"" The things that matter.

— Mary E. Pearson

I see Jenna, smiling, chattering. And failing. When you are perfect, is there anywhere else to go?

— Mary E. Pearson

It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.

— Mary E. Pearson

I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.

— Mary E. Pearson