Serena

“I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million years? And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I'd prefer...”
― Lucy Christopher, Stolen

“Ninja chicken isn't he?" You grinned at me, rolling your sleeves up."We'll see about that."
You reached into the cage. Instantly Dick was onto your hand, clawing at you, biting chunks with his beak.
"Godamn rooster!”
― Lucy Christopher, Stolen

“Who says I'm not Superman?" You were looking at me with one eye closed against the sun. I shrugged
"You would have recued me by now if you were Superman." I said quietly.
"Who says I haven't?
" Anyone would say you haven't.
Anyone's just looking at it wrong then." You pushed yourself up a little, onto your elbows."Anyways, I can't steal you and rescue you. That would give me multiple personalities."
And you don't have them already?”
― Lucy Christopher, Stolen

“You told me once of t he plants that lie dormant through the
drought; that wait, half dead, deep in the earth. The plants that
wait for the rain. You said they'd wait for years, if they had to;
that they'd almost kill themselves before they grew again. But
as soon as those first drops of water fall, those plants begin to
stretch and spread their roots. They travel up through the soil
and sand to reach the surface. There's a chance for them again.
One day they'll let you out of that dry, empty cell. You'll
return to the Separates, without me, and you'll feel the ram
once more. And you'll grow straight, this time, towards this
sunlight. I know you will." - Gemma”
― Lucy Christopher, Stolen