But I know all the things you're too sweet to know.

The seeds are tiny, unborn things, and I resent them. They'll be planted and they'll grow into exactly what they're meant to be.

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

who once had dreams of saving the world, now laughs at anyone who tries.

And everywhere girls, tumbling from trees like orange blossoms and hitting the earth with sickening thuds. They crack open.

The trick was looking past the illusion, because the exit was never as far away as it seemed.

Dystopian, by definition, promises a darker story.