“A twisted, pale figure writhing in agony, chest bare and hideous. Tight, rigid cords of sickly green veins webbed across the boy’s body and limbs, like ropes under his skin. Purplish bruises covered the kid, red hives, bloody scratches. His… — James Dashner Copy Share Image
I can't stop thinking about cutting myself up. Visual bruises can be covered with make-up, but down to the core, I'm all bruises. — Majandra Delfino Copy Share Image
