The moving moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside. — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
“It's good to know that Xander's here. So that when I go down, she won't be alone. "You walked through the Carving to find me," I tell Cassia softly. "I'm going to walk through this to reach you.” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
