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The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.
Kind of like coming home, when a home’s still a shelter and not the storm itself.
Lena belonged to me, the same way I belonged to her. And now we could be together.
Maybe there isn’t a meaning to life. Maybe there’s only a meaning to living. That’s what I’ve learned. That’s what I’m going to be doing from now on. Living. And loving, sappy as it sounds. Lena Duchannes. Her name rhymes with rain. I’m not falling anymore. That’s what L says, and she’s right. I guess you could say I’m flying. We both are. And I’m pretty sure somewhere up there in the real blue sky and carpenter bee greatness, Amma’s flying, too. We all are, depending on how you look at it. Flying or falling, it’s up to us. Because the sky isn’t really made of blue paint, and there aren’t just
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We’ve loved every minute of this. Every character, every chapter, every page. More than anything, all we need to acknowledge now is the one person who made it all happen—YOU. Our favorite Caster Reader(s). Thank you. For everything. For all of it. It’s been a wild ride—we hope you’ll keep reading and keep believing in true love, things hidden in plain sight, the world between the cracks, and, more than anything, yourself. We know we will. Love always—and we do mean that—
