"I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful." — Stephenie Meyer

This place was truly the highest and the lowest of all worlds — the most beautiful senses, the most exquisite emotions... the most malevolent desires, the darkest deeds. Perhaps it was meant to be so. Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached.

"It was a miracle — more than a miracle — when I found you, Melanie. Right now, if I was given the choice between having the world back and having you, I wouldn't be able to give you up. Not to save five billion lives."

"It's a strange world," I murmured, more to myself than to the other native soul.

"The strangest," he agreed.