The final sentence.

And in one swoop, in perfect unison, we take our bow.

It was only for a second, and it may have been a glint of the late afternoon light on the edge of my glasses, but I felt my heart skip a beat, and it was like a video I'd once seen of a puzzle falling apart, played backward, so that all the pieces came together in a fabulous rush, and there it was, a single, coherent picture, a life fragmented but still whole.

Soon, she will be ready to fight again.

Harper Kidd and Ivy Hanes are spending the rest of their days together in Los Angeles, listening to good music, eating good food, and enjoying one another's company.

The world was waiting.

They bent their heads over the pages and began to read.

And I count them all twice before I realize–it's me, Dedé, it's me, the one who survived to tell the story.

Dear Ellis, I have something really fucking angelic to tell you.

Ursula also leaves part of herself alive in those who never knew her–in all the books she worked so hard to make GEFY: good enough for you.

The lone white moon in the sky afar, Oh, Child of the Hill, how rich you are.

'A chaos of Hawthornes,' I murmured back, 'indeed.'

He's going to open the door.

And then would move on like birds migrating, moving from one nest of happiness to another, nudged by the wind, the sun and the moon, and the mystery of life itself.

By then, from the soft way Logan was looking at me, I knew he’d go with me, and I’d know for sure I was a Stonewall.

Me and my darling sister.

And the church clock striking, and there go the magpies up to the tower, a pestilence of magpies, a plague, covering the steeple as the clock chimes on and all of them crying with one magpie-voice: hag-hag-hag-hag-hag.

And I could stay as long as I liked.