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The desert. My heart reached for it. Or was the desert reaching for me, pulling me into its vast, silent heart? 
          — Claire finds safety in the desert (Call of the Desert: Crossing)

A fierce light filled me. It shone into every crevice and hollow, shattering the darkness within. It pierced me with solemn gladness—was this joy? It melted down my very self until it, too, was radiant.
          — Claire in the desert (Call of the Desert: Crossing)

“There comes a time when old ways, old dreams, no longer serve us. They must die to make room for something new.”
          — Mrs. Green speaks about the plagues (Call of the Desert: Crossing)

I scanned the horizon for Luke’s sail. . . .  A few minutes later, it was close enough I could see who he was with. 
Beatrix.
My face tightened. They glided next to the pier, laughing. Luke looked like he was having fun. Until he saw me.
     — Claire at the Creek, an inlet of the Red Sea (Call of the Desert: Exile)

"“Why did the exiles feel hopeless?” I asked.
"They felt cut off from their home and what gave their life meaning," Claude said.
Now I had a name for feeling left out and cut off.
Exile.
     — Claire talks to Claude and Sa'id (Call of the Desert: Exile)

 Amma Libua turned her face to me. “Dear child, it has become difficult, has it not?”
My smile came out so small and unsure that it was washed away by the tears that followed. I buried my face in Amma Libua’s neck fur, which smelled of pine and cloves.
     — Claire with Amma Libua (Call of the Desert: Exile)

Snow crunched under my feet, and my breath puffed out in a cloud. Every roof had a foot of snow piled on it. The sun had already disappeared behind the mountains. But oh my gosh. Here I was, standing in front of the Hotel Laudinella in St. Moritz, Switzerland. Talk about posh. I would have ski classes every day, with academic classes tucked around them like afterthoughts!
     — Clair's arrival at St. Moritz (Lord of All Hopefulness: Waking)

The bird turned her face to me, tilting her head as if trying to understand. Her right eye looked . . . wrong. Shaking herself, she settled more securely on my shoulder.
“Why won’t it fly away?” asked Mom.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulder, and the bird’s claws dug in.
     — Claire and her mom on registration day at the American Academy of Switzerland (Lord of All Hopefulness: Waking)

How had this place become home? This attic room, these trees, the lake, these mountains, this rain and snow, these old buildings, this food, this curlicue language, this school, these people, this crow. How had they snuck past my defenses and captured my heart?
     — Claire pondering reality and her predicament (Lord of All Hopefulness: Waking)