Cinda Williams Chima

Please, Kenzie, Jonah thought. Please, please, please back off from this. His life wasn't much, but it was all he had, this small safe space, walled in by secrets.

Tears stung her eyes. She sank her knees next to the sleeping bench and gently raked strands of golden hair from him forehead.'Don't you die. Don't you dare. I forbid it.' As if Han Alister had ever listened to anything she said.

Maybe the hardest lesson Han had learned was that nobody is purely bad or good. Everybody seemed to be a mixure of both.

Leesha knew from experience that when parents don't parent, kids grow up fast.