She smiles at our husband as she moves, and he blushes, overcome by her beauty. But I know what her smile really means...Her smile is her revenge.

I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.

When I am writing anything in general, I just want to tell the story that exists in my head; I don't try to write a parable or make a point.

Dystopian, by definition, promises a darker story.

Love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

She's been conned, ruined, left for dead, and she's not going to forgive any of it. She will soldier on, if only out of spite.

He gathers me up and I'm weightless before he sets me on the railing. He's the only thing keeping me from falling back, out of the reach of daylight. I'm not afraid of falling. I don't fear the sky beyond the train tracks like I did before. I can go anywhere just so long as it's with him.