Hope, that risky, illustrious thing. It should have gone extinct by now, but we keep it alive.

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.

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.

He sits next to me, careful to avoid my hair that's splayed out around my head like blood. A bullet to the forehead, boom, blond waves everywhere.

I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon.

I wonder what it’s like for her, looking so much like a dead girl.

I want to make a world more magical than my own. I don't care if it makes sense, I don't care if it's ridiculed or if, rather than a neat round planet that goes around forever, it ends with a cliff that falls off into nothing. I want to have my eyes wide open, and I want to see this room and at the same time, not this room.