Dystopian, by definition, promises a darker story.

So how long do you think it’ll be?” he says. “Before the next hurricane comes along to take you home.” “Can I tell you my biggest fear?” I say. “Yes. Tell me.” “That it will be a very windless four years.

Humans are the absolute worst thing to happen to this planet.

For males twenty-five is the fatal age. For women it's twenty. We are all dropping like flies.

Don't you miss it?" I say. "Being free." He laughs.

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

I've loved you since the day I stole the atlas for you," Gabriel says, because he thinks I'm asleep.