“Mare Molly Barrow, born November seventeenth, 302 of the New Era, to Daniel and Ruth Barrow,” Tiberias recites from memory, laying my… — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
“Cal will never turn his back on his crown, on your father." "I know my brother. If it comes down to it,… — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
“His lips are on mine, hard and warm and pressing. The touch is electrifying, but not like I'm used to. This isn't… — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
The truth is what I make it. I could set this world on fire and call it rain. — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
“We’ve never seen so much blood here before. Blue lights flash to life, bathing” — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
“I'm an accident. I'm a lie. And my life depends on maintaining the illusion.” — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
“No wonder they mistake this for peace. I want to scream at every Red face I pass. I want to carve the words on… — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
I don't want to lose too much of the mystery by hammering every detail to death. — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
“This is for a broadcast. Thousands, millions, will see this. “Don’t” — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
“When are you going to realize that every word out of my mouth was a lie?” “We” — Victoria Aveyard Copy Share Image
