He Is looking at me through the smoke, across the fence. He never takes his eyes off me. His hair Is a crown of leaves, of thorns, of flames. His eyes are blazing with light, more light than all the lights in every city in the whole world, more light than we could ever invent If we had ten thousand billion years.
Lauren OliverI need him to know that I came for him. I need him to know that somehow, at some point in the tunnels, I began to love him.
Lauren OliverEverywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.
Lauren OliverI close my eyes. An image flashesโemerging from the van with Julian after our escape from New York City; believing, in that moment, that we had escaped the worst, that life would begin again for us. Instead life has only grown harder.
Lauren Oliver