Despite the fact that Raven and Tack are often fighting, it's impossible to imagine one without the other. They are like two plants that have grown around each other - they strangle and squeeze and support at the same time.
Lauren OliverThis is the language of the world beforeโa world of chaos and confusion and happiness and despairโbefore the blitz turned streets to grids, cities to prisons, and hearts to dust.
Lauren OliverWhen Iโm running, thereโs always this split second when the pain is ripping through me and I can hardly breathe and all I see is color and blurโand in that split second, right as the pain crests, and becomes too much, and thereโs a whiteness going through me, I see something to my left, a flicker of color [โฆ]โand I know then, too, that if I only turn my head heโll be there, laughing, watching me, and holding out his arms. I donโt ever turn my head to look, of course. But one day I will. One day I will, and heโll be back, and everything will be okay. And until then: I run.
Lauren OliverIโm Hana,โ Hana says. โAnd this is Lena.โ She jabs me with an elbow. I know I must look like a fish, standing there with my mouth gaping open, but Iโm too outraged to speak. Heโs lying. I know heโs the one I saw yesterday, would bet my life on it. โAlex. Nice to meet you.โ Alex keeps his eyes on me as he and Hana shake hands. Then he extends a hand to me. โLena,โ he says thoughtfully. โIโve never heard that name before.
Lauren OliverOf all the miracles Po had seen in the time and space of its death, Po thought this--the absorption of another, the carrying of it--was the most bewildering and remarkable of all. Whenever Bundle separated again, Po was left with an ache of sadness that reminded the ghost of the body it had left behind.
Lauren Oliver