“A glacial chill rushes through Gage. He whips around just in time to see arms clutch Summer around the middle and drag… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Her gaze travels back to the lie twisted in a tempest of mud and blood. She witnesses the culmination of her recklessness… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Struggling transforms her captor into a Chinese finger trap. She’s suffocating. Sucking in air without relief. Her lungs expand. Contract. Expand. They… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“I like to eat chicken, but I don’t like live chickens. With their feathers and beaks and weird noises and flapping wings.”… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“A layer of fine powder coats his skin. “My lungs are turning to concrete,” Rob wheezes, hacking and spitting. “So are my… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Why aren’t you smiling?” Cameron asks. She picks up the Astropad and stops the video. “Because this is the beginning, not the… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Why won’t you look at me?” she murmurs. He doesn’t speak, seemingly at a loss for words. “It’s my scars.” It comes… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“You should’ve told me,” she repeats. “Because here’s a news flash: You might’ve wanted to shelter me, but there’s nowhere you can… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“You didn’t tell Summer about it, did you?” “What?” Gage scoffs. “Yeah, telling your girlfriend the Angel of Death might visit her… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Death and his scythe do not come. No sweeping black capes or ethereal escapes. There’s no pearly gate, no prisms of colors… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Summer turns and marches away, fed up with being handled like a child. Like she’s a glass doll that might break at… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Time keeps ticking away, unaware of the suffering each second generates. Time doesn’t care, because if it did, it would’ve reversed.” — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“When I see your scars, do I want to erase them? Absolutely. But not your physical scars. The real ones, beneath the… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“That,” she says, then clears her throat. “That’s a bit terrifying.” His lips twitch. “Isn’t that a side effect of love?” — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Landon drops the bloody knife and stares at Summer like he doesn’t even know her anymore. The truth is, she’ll never be… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Maybe the Society was right all along. From the very beginning, that’s what they called her. A time bomb. Tick, tick, tick.” — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Avery slides on his glasses and opens his eyes again. “Dammit!” he says again with more feeling. “Why does stuff like this… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“I’m sorry,” he says. No two words were ever truer. Still, she says nothing. Once a shield, now her taciturnity is brandished… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Dreams deny her the freedom she truly seeks. Darkness consumes. Leg muscles burn. She runs away, even while lost in the paradise… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“She waits for his reprimand or words of disapproval. He kisses her instead. Hard. Lips demanding, fingers tightening on her chin. He… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“Seconds ebb and wane. She’s not afraid of her voice anymore, but she’s not entirely sure she trusts it. She’s seen the… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“I can’t—won’t do that to him,” Summer says sharply. “Or to myself. Besides, your feelings for me aren’t real. The Society did… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“If this is my final moment,” she says, “then I can die happy.” “Is that why you’re saying all this? Because you… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
“I thought it was just him,” she says, ignoring him. “But then I found out I had the same effect, which means… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
