“Master Red is who I am. You best be gettin’ used to that. Otherwise, when the time come to fly outta this… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share Image
“It is the way of evolution,” Elias says, his words getting lost in the roar of the wind. “Two species of human… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share Image
“My fingers flex as I extend my palms toward the creatures and the light. Energy pulses through me as the core of… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share Image
“How do you know? How can you prove it’s them and not—” “Us? Because we haven’t had bombs in ages. Records show… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share Image
“He extends his hand, cupping it in a loose fist to conceal whatever is in it. He swings it toward my arm,… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share Image
“My chest and throat burn from my wheezing breath booming in my ears. But my hands—they’re ice cold. My shoulders heave as… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share Image
“Ohhhh! What do we have here? That don’t sound like no man cry, ’less the rats gone and brung some boys to… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share Image
“The coldness coats my senses. I envision it turning into a stone wall as thick as the depths of their lies. I… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share Image
“Master Red is who I am. You best be gettin’ used to that. Otherwise, when the time come to fly outta this hell, I… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share
“It is the way of evolution,” Elias says, his words getting lost in the roar of the wind. “Two species of human cannot coexist.… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share
“My fingers flex as I extend my palms toward the creatures and the light. Energy pulses through me as the core of this dead… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share
“Let me ask you this, Rayne. What do you think the point of the wall is? Segregation of species? Well, it’s more than that.… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share
“How do you know? How can you prove it’s them and not—” “Us? Because we haven’t had bombs in ages. Records show your kind… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share
“He extends his hand, cupping it in a loose fist to conceal whatever is in it. He swings it toward my arm, and before… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share
“My chest and throat burn from my wheezing breath booming in my ears. But my hands—they’re ice cold. My shoulders heave as my fingers… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share
“Ohhhh! What do we have here? That don’t sound like no man cry, ’less the rats gone and brung some boys to fight.” He… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share
“The coldness coats my senses. I envision it turning into a stone wall as thick as the depths of their lies. I picture it… — Quoleena Sbrocca Copy Share
