"Grace had several options. He had two. No. If there was any hope of keeping his promise, he had just one: Cassie's choice. She had made a promise, too. A hopeless, suicidal promise to the one person on Earth who still mattered to her--mattered to her more than her own life. She stood up that day to face the faceless hunter because her death was nothing compared to the death of that promise. If there was any hope left, it lay in love's hopeless promises. He crawled forward, past the front bumper, into the open air, and then, like Cassie Sullivan, Evan Walker stood up. He tensed, waiting for the finishing round. When Cassie stood up that cloudless autumn afternoon, her Silencer had run. He did not think Grace would run. Grace would finish what she began. But no finish came. No silencing bullet, connecting Grace to him as if by a silver cord. He knew she was there. Knew she could see him standing crookedly in front of the car. And he realized there was no escaping the past, no dodging inevitable consequences: Cassie's terror, her uncertainty and pain, they belonged to him now." The Infinite Sea Rick Yancey III. The Ripping-24
