I look at Jace, "Don't yell at me," I tell him, looking back at Rayah. I feel her lungs and she stirs, letting out a cough. "Her lungs are swollen." I sighed.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
That's how we should measure our lives. Not in distance traveled, or time passed, or worlds conquered, but in moments... and the rush of joy—of grace—that exists within them. — Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)
