Both of us will die today, gunned down or smashed up or exploded in some terrible moment of fire and twisted metal, and when they go to bury us we'll be so melted together and entwined they won't be able to separate the bodies; pieces of him will go with me, and pieces of me will go with him.
Lauren OliverA room full of words that are nearly the truth but not quite, each note fluttering off the steam of its rose like a broken butterfly wing.
Lauren Oliverthat's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.
Lauren Oliver