Thunderhead (Arc of a Scythe #2)

by Neal Shusterman

How frustrating it is to have so much power, yet be so impotent to wield it when it counts.

Tyger might have thought of himself as a free spirit, but he wasn’t at all. He just defined the dimensions of his own cage.

I wonder what it would be like, then, if my consciousness were to someday span the distance between stars.

“But yes, it is sad to live and die without knowing the truth of one’s existence. Only sad to us, however. Not to them.”

There is a fine line between freedom and permission. The former is necessary. The latter is dangerous

While freedom gives rise to growth and enlightenment, permission allows evil to flourish in a light of day that would otherwise destroy it.

And each time I witness a cruel act by a corrupt scythe, I seed the clouds somewhere in the world, and bring a lamentation of rain. Because rain is the closest thing I have to tears.

if we were judged by the things we most regret, no human being would be worthy to sweep the floor.

“You’ve hit the nail on the head, Anastasia. That’s exactly what the scythedom is: high school with murder.”