The things you think about when you're a hair's breath away from getting yourself killed.

There are those individuals who die for a cause, and we say they have made the ultimate sacrifice. We call them martyrs, and we never doubt their sincerity. Yet many others search their entire lives for something—or someone—worth dying for and this is very different. These are the lonely and the desperate, fearful that their lives have no meaning. They yearn for the bullet, if only someone else will pull the trigger.

I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and forgotten nightmares.

What's the point of not taking chances? I don't know if I could stand living my whole life afraid.

So I need the story, Jenna. I need the truth. Right, like the two are the same thing.

The things you think about when you're a hair's breath away from getting yourself killed.

The grief in her green eyes slips then hardens and, for an instant, Pendleton sees the woman she has become and has no right being, not at sixteen.