A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.

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.

Real’ is a dirty word in this place.

Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

In another time, in another place, I wonder who they might have been.

To die trying would be better than to die without purpose.

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.