Great and Precious Things

by Rebecca Yarros

I had the utterly illogical impression that this guy was more dangerous than the loaded gun pointed at him.

The man reached back, hooked his hand around my waist, and tugged me closer. I tensed, even though the violation of my personal space was nothing compared to the shotgun pointed at us. His arm was a vise, locking me in place with casual strength.

The girl who tagged along with the Daniels boys.

Sullivan.

The Daniels Boys: Sullivan, Xander and Camden

So much for the idyllic homecoming I’d foolishly let myself fantasize about over the years. But he was here. He was home. And I desperately wanted to know why.

I’ll never go back to Alba. I’ll never get out of the service. I’ll never listen to Dad blame me again. I’ll never again lay eyes on Willow Bradley.

I’d never won a stare-down with Dorothy Powers, and something told me today still wasn’t the day it would happen.

There is more beauty in truth.

“It’s beautiful, in its own little, dangerous way,” she remarked, her helmet resting between my spine and right shoulder blade. “Most everything that can hurt you is.”

He said you have to have three things to see a pika—the right timing, the capability to stay quiet, and the patience to wait.”

Because pikas are elusive. They’re only seen when they want to be. They don’t hibernate through winter. Instead, they survive under ten or twenty feet of snow, facing each day as it comes.”

Dad had rotated between ignoring and glaring at me since I sat down, and more than one of the older ladies had muttered that Sullivan would be ashamed. Yeah, he would have. Of them.

The breeze carried the steam away just long enough to see her stricken face. “No,” she whispered, but it carried. “Sullivan was

the replacement for you.”

That wink right there was how babies were made.

I hopped out of the Jeep and then helped Rose down. “Stay close, okay?”

There is always a tragedy in Yarro's books... Please dont let it be Rose.

“All great and precious things are lonely.”

All great and precious things are lonely.

He’d thought that part was important enough to remember—the concept that maybe he, too, could choose to be what he wanted and not what he’d been told to be.

“I believe a strong woman may be stronger than a man, particularly if she happens to have love in her heart. I guess a loving woman is indestructible.”

I learned to build new, beautiful things in the midst of poverty and war.

Free will is the most precious of our possessions, and to lose it is a tragedy to which there is no equal.

“Noah Bradley, you’re under arrest for assault.” He finished his

I laughed so hard at this... i can just see Mom walking slowly witha glass of wine casually saying "ill get the bail money" like this is a normal thing! LOL

Miranda rights as Mom trailed after him. “I’ll get the bail money!”