In some parts of the ancient world, the hawk symbolized the sun. Back when I got this, I figured if I always… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
THE SERUM WEARS off five hours later, when the sun is just beginning to set. Tobias shut me in my room for… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I shield my eyes from the sun to see her cold look—the expression I saw in my mind even before I looked… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
What is it with you today?” says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are still swollen from sleep and her… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“Over my left shoulder, orange light from the setting sun reflects off the glass buildings, and I can faintly see the rows… — veronica roth Copy Share Image
How strange that something so simple could have been instrumental in my decision to ruin one of my most relationships and friendships, and damage… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“I was beginning to feel that I had finally found a place to stay, a place that was not so unstable or corrupt or… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“He acts so tough that he’s probably afraid of marshmallows and really bright sunrises or something. Overcompensating.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
You always look like someone's sucked the life right out of you when something fascinates you. -Tris — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Don’t worry about me handling the pain," I say. "I’ve had a lot of practice. — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Soon I will honor my parents by dying as they died. and if all they believed about death was true, soon I will join… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“Mas lembre-se, já agora, que por vezes as pessoas que oprimimos tornam-se mais poderosas do que nós gostaríamos.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“am aware of how little space there is between us—six inches at most. That space feels charged with electricity. I feel like it should… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“Oh, good,” I say, a sour taste in my mouth. “Heroism is what I was focused on. Not, you know, trying not to die.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“Caleb frowns at him. "How old are you, anyway?" "Eighteen." "And you don't think you're too old to be with my little sister?" Tobias… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
