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“In the whole course of history, war had always fallen on the shoulders of the young.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Passenger

“Etta?” Nicholas's face floated in front of hers.
“I'm okay,” she promised. “Just...”
Hasan's face transformed, sharpening. “Who are you to be so familiar with my little niece? Remove your hands before I do.”
“Familiar?” she repeated, just as Nicholas's grip tightened and he said, “Her husband.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Passenger

“I wish you'd go a a little easier on him,” she said.
“He came in here thrashing a sword around. Was I supposed to stand idly by and do nothing?” he huffed.
“Well, you weren't supposed to try and rearrange his face with your fist.”
“I wasn't,” Nicholas protested. “He lunged up into it several times. I was only in the way.”
“You're ridiculous.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Passenger

“That's beautiful,” she said.
He turned to her. “Would you like me to go take that violin for you? I'd gladly fight whatever angry mob rises up if it might make you smile.”
Her heart just about burst at that.
Be brave. “I would only want to play for you.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Passenger