It made me think how different everything might have been if we had both been born in Terrain.

— Mary E. Pearson

I trust you all slept well,” I said, deliberately keeping my tone light. I returned Malice’s glare with a tight-lipped grin.“Yes, we did,” Kaden answered quickly.”I’m sorry to hear that.

— Mary E. Pearson

It's other people who make us wise, and I haven't known nearly enough.

— Mary E. Pearson

It's the unknown that I fear, the bites of memories that still have no connections.

— Mary E. Pearson

I walked up to Grid and poked him in the chest. "Let me make this perfectly clear to you. Though some might seek to make it appear otherwise, I am not a bride to be bartered away to another kingdom, not a prize of war, not a mouthpiece for your Mizar. I am not a chip in a card game to be mindlessly tossed into the center of the pot, nor one to be kept in the tight fist of a greedy opponent. I am a player seated at the table alongside everyone else, and from this day forward, I will play my own hand as I see fit. Do you understand me? Because the consequences could be ugly if someone thought otherwise.

— Mary E. Pearson

I will find you. In the farthest corner, I will find you.

— Mary E. Pearson

Love … It’s a nice little trick if you can find it. We had found it. But now I knew finding love and holding on to it were not the same thing.

— Mary E. Pearson

Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and darker dreams live, but it doesn't have to become who we are.

— Mary E. Pearson

My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important.

— Mary E. Pearson

Of course, you did." I took a step closer. "You have strengths, Lavish, that I greatly admire. You're skills helped saved Race's and my lives, for which I'll always be indebted to you. But there are other kinds of strength too. Quiet, gentle ones that are just as valuable, even if you don't entirely understand them.

— Mary E. Pearson