Victoria Aveyard

For all his clever ideas, Maven has nothing to say to this. He just stares, his breath coming in tiny, scared puffs. I know the look on his face; I wear it every time I__ forced to say good-bye to someone. __t__ too bad we didn__ stay longer,_ I murmur, looking out at the river. __ would have liked to die close to home._ Another breeze sends a curtain of my hair across my face but Maven brushes it away and pulls me close with startling fero

As you enter, you pray to leave. As you leave, you pray to never return.

Everything is wrong.I am alive.

In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I don't know if I'll ever smile again.

Red in the head, Silver in the heart

Why give him a choice at all? You said yourself, we need everyone we can get. If this Nix guy is half of what you are, we can__ afford to let him go.__he answer is so simple, and it cuts me to bone.__ecause no one ever gave me a choice.

What I would do, to myself or anyone else, for the chance to go back home? But no one is there. No one I care about. They're gone, protected, far away. Home is no longer the place we're from. Home is safe with them. I hope.

We__e taken everything from her, brother,_ Maven murmurs, drawing close. __urely we can give her this?_ And then slowly, reluctantly, Cal nods and waves me into his room. Dizzy with excitement, I hurry inside, almost hopping from foot to

I am the shadow of the flame.

One day he will leave, or die, or betray me like so many others have. One day, he will hurt me.

No one is born a monster. But I wish some people were. It would make it easier to hate them, to kill them, to forget their dead faces.