Charlie Borlock thought he had everything. That is, until new country girl Meredith Caraway arrived. She says she has a God who can do far more than what he has, and she says life is so much more than school, or girlfriends, or friends, or even family. Something much more. Now Charlie is starting to question the life he is living, the friends he's going with, and the interests and dreams he has. He's starting to figure that maybe Meredith is right--there must be something more.

"They didn't want to be nothing- because of them, we are everything." Hundreds of years spiraling into the future, the word "Legacy" blazed in the heart of all that was human. Fate was already groping for their souls, ready to pull them out of the world they'd destroyed themselves. Stubbornly using damaged but still advanced technology, they fused their genes with those of the surviving nature around them and created their own form of human- the Leif Generation. Leifs were created with all types of nature- plants, animals, even sunlight. Cypress was born a descendant of the new humanity's first ever tribe - the Tree Leifs. Soon she'll be working among rulers. But she discovers that Trees, especially her abusive brother, hide darkness with them. Trees will do anything to keep their firm grip on the the new world. When Cypress discovers something deadly about herself, she has no choice but to become a rebel warrior and fight against her own destiny with everything she has.

"A little song in my heart?" Not really. What Jo has is closer to a symphony, with a variety of instruments pouring out their sounds in unity while fighting for dominance. The melodies parade around her head, and then gently float up to the sky like brightly-colored balloons. It's an eternal symphony, and she is the conductor. Jo has taken daydreaming to the point of delirious bliss, and she tends to wander around the edges of reality. Everyone who is "real" has ripped themselves away from her in fear. She's sinking deeper into the radiant sea of denial. But there are always ripples of truth that poke through the protective wraps around her heart. And she might be starting to learn that not every song is a lullaby. (Some of these I've posted on goodreads as well. I hope you enjoy reading them!♡)