“White There was a moment in the darkness when the fear lifted. A moment where white surrounded me. Hope. Lily, and someone else, and a sprinkling of water. "Holy water, Jenna." "You can let go if you need to." "Forgiveness,… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, there was a man as great as the gods… But even the great can tremble with fear. Even the great… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“abuelita speaks no english. she doesn't need to, zoe thinks. her smile fills and communicates so much more than the empty, half-said words of… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“It is good to have many strengths, Natiya...Do not sacrifice one kind of strength for another” — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“Somewhere beyond all that, on an unseeable horizon, was Morrighan and all the people who lived there, going about their lives, unaware. My brothers.… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“I play the if game too, Tavish. It´s practically a hobby of mine, but I´ve found it´s a game of endless possibilities with no… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“He leaned back, the misery in his eyes cutting through me. "But they're only wishes Lia, because you've made promises and so have I.… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless. — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
But remember, child, we may all have our own story and destiny, and sometimes our seemingly bad fortune, but we're all part of a… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
“I looked at her, unsure how to answer. Even after everything Mikael had done, every day I had to let go again. He was… — Mary E. Pearson Copy Share Image
