Caleb runs up to me and folds me carefully in his arms. I breathe a sigh of relief. I thought I had gotten to the point where I didn’t need my brother anymore, but I don’t think such a point actually exists.

It's not that I ever sat down and outlined a trilogy, but I always have a sense of what size an idea is when I start it.

We both have war inside us. Sometimes it keeps us alive. Sometimes it threatens to destroy us.

I frown at him. How does he know all this information? And why, after two years of avoiding becoming a Dauntless leader at all costs, is he suddenly acting like one?

People talk about the pain of grief, but I don't know what they mean. To me, grief is a devastating numbness, every sensation dulled.

She believes that Tobias belongs to her now. She doesn't know the truth, that he belongs to himself.

No factions? A world in which no one knows who they are or where they fit? I can't even fathom it. I imagine only chaos and isolation.