i think of all the thousands of billions of steps and missteps and chances and coincidences that have brought me here. Brought you here, and it feels like the biggest miracle in the world.

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.

I was glad when the Invalids were executed. Some people complained that lethal injection was too humane for convicted terrorists, but I thought it sent a powerful message: We are not the evil ones. We are reasonable and compassionate. We stand for fairness, structure, and organization. It’s the other side, the uncureds, who bring the chaos.

I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.

I am now officially married to Fred Hargrove. Nothing will ever be the same.

It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.

that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.