" Lightning screamed sideways across the sky, and beneath a tall stand of pines was a place most wouldn’t have found comfort, but it was the closest I’d ever been to baptism. My mind cleared and that clearheadedness brought on a dream of setting the world right. It wasn’t vengeful or fueled by hatred, but rather a settling of debt owed, a righting of the world that had needed righting for a long, long time. "

― , Where All Light Tends to Go