I want you to soar. I want you to go out and find your path and create your own story. (p321) - Dahlma Llanos-Figueroa

From the time she walked away from the tortured captives, she never has a moment that is not recorded in the book of their collective memory. Their wrath lives in the atmosphere like the charged air before a hurricane. (chapter 17, p230)

She knows for certain that the poisonous barb of humiliation has done much more damage than the lash ever did. (p277)

The babble that rose around them as they stood on the pier was deafening. It sounded like no speech Pola had ever heard, the words, jagged, grating sounds that attacked the ear.