The Other Side of the Sky (The Other Side of the Sky, #1)

by Amie Kaufman

we have to search, and discover, and keep making ourselves better, not just because our engines might need it, but because our souls do.

“Skyfall,” I mutter. For an instant, the sudden truth of the curse—that I just did fall from the sky—hits me,

“You come from the other side of the sky?”

“You wake up,” he mumbles, curling into a tighter ball.

The joke finally, finally earns me a smile, tremulous and thin though it is.

I don’t know if I believe her prophecies. I don’t know if I believe in her gods or her destiny. I don’t know if I believe in any of this. But I believe in her.