I remembered the pain as clearly as if I were shifting — the pain of loss. I felt the agony of the single moment that I lost myself. Lost what made me Sam. The part of me that could remember… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“A phantom pain lanced through his ribs, brutally violent and nauseating. His knees buckled. Not pain from a wound of his—but another’s. No. No, no, no, no, no. He might have been screaming it, might have been roaring it, as… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
