Barrie wanted to fall into him, her lost to his found, her need to his want. Kissing was like the physical form of magic, all potential and the sense that anything might happen. When she was kissing Eight, she felt like she could fly.

— Martina Boone

But the people who mattered were the people you chose instead of the people who were yours by an accident of birth. Real family was heart as much as, if not more than, blood.

— Martina Boone

But there was a difference between being stuck and choosing to stay. Between being found and finding yourself.

— Martina Boone

Dreams shape the kind of human beings we become. Not having a dream gave me a smaller future and made me a smaller person.

— Martina Boone

Family is always a mirror. You can hide from other people, you can even hide from yourself, but your family is going to reflect what you’re doing right back at you.

— Martina Boone

Fighting to protect the people you cared for was one thing. Trusting someone you loved to fight for themselves took a different kind of strength and bravery.

— Martina Boone

Her hands crept around his neck, tangling in his hair to keep him closer, even though she knew that beautiful boys with expiration dates couldn't be held, only borrowed for a time.

— Martina Boone

Hope is possibly the only inexhaustible resource on earth.

— Martina Boone

In so many ways, for so many people, freedom was still an illusion. Barrie thought of the statistics she had read about how many women and children were still enslaved all over the world. Now— not three hundred years ago— and she wondered how it was possible that so little could change. Sometimes it seemed like the world was sliding backward and no one was noticing.

— Martina Boone

Is there a reason you look like you want to murder me?"" Not particularly. You have that effect on people.

— Martina Boone