If I don't survive," I say, "tell Tobias I didn't want to leave him.

Since he saved me from the attack, I have associated his smell with safety, so as long as I focus on it, I feel safe now.

When you're a writer, you hear your internal critic, and that's really hard to get over. And then sometimes you hear critiques from classmates and stuff. But when a book comes out, it's just hundreds of opinions and you have to learn to separate out the ones you want to listen to or figure out many you want to listen to.

Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.

I close my eyes. I don't expect Four to reassure me, and he makes no effort to, but I feel better standing here than I did out there among the people who are my friends, my faction.

I stare at him. I feel my heartbeat everywhere, even in my toes. I feel like doing something bold, but I could just as easily walk away. I am not sure which option is smarter, or better. I am not sure that I care.

Beatrice. We should think of our family. But. But we must also think of ourselves.