“Still a boy, no more than eighteen, with too much to live for, and too little reason to die. Cal” — 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
