The Host (The Host, #1)

by Stephenie Meyer

“Good luck, little wanderer, good luck. How I wish you didn’t need it.”

felt as though I was dying because it was not real; she felt as though she was dying because, to her, it had felt real enough.

particularly Doc. I couldn’t look at him the same way after watching him live Walter’s pain. So great was his compassion, he seemed to bleed internally with it. As I watched, it became impossible to believe that Doc was a cruel

“Walter was brave,” Jamie said. “He wasn’t afraid to die, he wasn’t afraid to live, and… he wasn’t afraid to believe.

There was no hatred in your heart,” I whispered. “That you existed is proof that we were wrong. We had no right to take your world from you, Walter. I hope your fairytales are true. I hope you find your Gladdie.”