This is what we are made for: promises, pledges, and sworn oaths of obedience.

I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.

As we're standing there I realize we're almost exactly the same height. We must look like the dark and light side of an Oreo cookie, and I think how just as easily it could have been the other way around. She could be blocking my path; I could be trying to slip around her into the dark.

Because if it weren’t for me, Lena and Alex would never have been caught at all. I told on them. I was jealous.

They didn’t get me, I should have said. They saved me.

The Wilds aren't safe anymore.

Everything looks beautiful. The Book of Shhh says that deliria alters your perception, disables your ability to reason clearly, impairs you from making sound judgments. But it does not tell you this: that love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.