Sky's End (Above the Black, #1)

by Marc J. Gregson

Master your emotions,

“Many,” Madeline says, “have little sense of self-preservation. Just destruction.”

"many" she said, not all

never cared for Samantha; she was a vicious and vain person, but she didn’t deserve this fate.

I disagree

I touch Ella’s necklace. Reminding myself why I’m here in the first place.

Things you can look at really do help you remember your reasonings.

stop whining about your situation because, let me tell you, there’s always someone who has it worse than you do. ALWAYS.

When night falls we anchor a chain to a quiet spot, inside the cavern on an unmapped island.

Be ready for any question. Know your shit. "where is this island on a map?" I don’t want to sound or even be incompitent

“Take my spot,” Pound shouts. “That little boy there. Give him my spot.” But the island starts to shake. And the most spine-tingling shout fills the dock. Panicked people rush for the Gladian. We pull back. Some people trip over the side. Some leap and cling to the rails, slip, and plunge into the sky. I feel cold. Little children, on the shoulders of parents, reach out to us. But we’re zooming away. Other ships leave, too. And thousands, packing the streets of Ironside, plead for us to come back.

This is so unimaginably heartbreaking

“Compassion,” Bryce says, pulling the gate closed, “and not cruelty, is what will win this war.” She looks at me and smiles. “There are selfless acts even in the worst times.”