The world is an inferno. It will burn until every nation has fallen, until all who oppose us are dead, until people see the true light.

It's one of the things I love most about being an author - seeing the different covers from each country.

Something in my gut twisted so hard that it felt like I was being tickled by an invisible hand, and it took me a moment to realize what it was. Hope. It had been so long since I'd felt it that the sensation was like something living inside me, something wonderful waiting to break free, just like I was.

The world is an inferno. It will burn until every nation has fallen, until all who oppose us are dead, until people see the true light.

Let me know if you're going to do something stupid, kid, 'cause I'll ditch you like that.

I'd been so set on an escape that was now impossible, and the only form of freedom left to me was death. It was a terrible kind of freedom—one from misery and pain, yes, but also one from lightness and laughter and life. It was an absence of everything.

Don't make the mistake of bringing your heart down here with you, there is no place for it in Furnace.