The world needed more fireworks- especially now that there was going to be a shortage of beautiful, useless things.

Ah. So he's forgotten the most important rule of warfare. Which is... That nothing ever goes to plan.

That's how things were out here in the wild, she was learning. Dangerous or beautiful. Or both.

Your personality - the real you inside - was the price of beauty.

It doesn't take much convincing to make someone believe they're better than everyone else.

It's just been a long week, that's all." "It's monday night, Jess." "My point exactly.

She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.