“No,” Joan vowed. She grabbed Bash’s shirt. “I don’t want this. Didn’t want this to happen.” Screams resonated. Bash continued quietly, “None of us… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share Image
“The air delighted her nose—fresher and crisper compared to the air in the grimy ghetto, even better than in the city. She rubbed her… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share Image
“Joan now stood alone with him. Captain Nox was an excellent interrogator. Many of his colleagues relied on hidden cameras, tracking drones, and scanning… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share Image
“It was not that donors had no loyalty to each other, but they were not ashamed to betray a fellow donor. In its wisdom… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share Image
“During the night a fine, delicate summer rain had washed the plains, leaving the morning sky crisp and clean. The sun shone warm—soon to… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share Image
“Then his fingers trembled on her ankle—tightened around her foot. His head shifted, turning toward her. With a growl, she crashed the poker down… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share Image
“Her hand accidentally brushed up against his chest. She froze. His breathing remained steady and regular. He had not awoken. She was about to… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share Image
“There are many men who deserve to die, but they live. I can’t see the end, the purpose. Even wise men can’t. We can… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share Image
“With that Nox turned a knob. There was a delay, but that was how the machine worked. First it gathered information about the subject,… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share Image
“Joan spoke kindly, explaining patiently, as he always patiently explained things to her. “It’s like in that book you gave me, Jane Eyre. Jane… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share Image
