Real’ is a dirty word in this place.

I think she's brave. I think that nobody has ever believed what she could be capable of. All her life, nobody was listening.

No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.

Poor kid,' Jenna says, and rolls her eyes toward me for a moment. Then she returns to her book. 'She doesn't even understand what kind of place this is.

It's quiet for a while, and then Rowan says; "We could talk now. We're alone out here. No walls." "There are always walls." I say.

On tiptoes the redhead wouldn't even reach my shoulders; she is clearly too young to be a bride. And the willowy girl is too forlorn. And I am too unwilling. Yet here we are.

Most dystopian, classic and contemporary, paints a future world that puts a twist on present society - a future world that could plausibly happen.