I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.

He is strong, and lithe, and certain. And he is mine.

He smiles in my memory. A curled lip. Straight teeth. Light in his eyes. Laughing, teasing, more alive in memory than I m in reality. It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.

Let me get this straight. So you left the Dauntless compound to get ready for war... and took your makeup bag with you?" "Yep. Figured it would be harder for anyone to shoot me if they saw how devastatingly attractive I was.

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.

Some things are hard to let go of.

It's not cruelty, maybe, but a desire to understand that motivates them.