I looked good when I sang the end.

I think they're here because I thought they ought to be here," Gansey said. Blue replied sarcastically. "Okay, God.

It's a bomb. Just like you.

I like you better this way." For some reason, admitting this made her face go hot right away; she was very glad that he still had his face pressed into his pillow and the other boys were still in Noah's room. "Crushed and broken," Gansey said. "Just the way women like 'em.

It was as if I had thought all along I was a complete picture and he had revealed I was a puzzle and had taken me apart and put me back together again.

The one reality was this: He was home. How badly he wanted to stay.

Would we be so enamored with dystopian fiction if we lived in a culture where violent death was a major concern? It wouldn't be escapism.