“Hey I'm sorry about the other day. Didn't mean to give you a hard time, I ---" He held up his hands.… — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
“What are these?" Maxon asked, brushing across the tips of my fingers as we walked. "Calluses. They're from pressing down on violin… — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
“It was dark, so I couldn't make out much of her face, but she had brilliant red hair, like honey and roses… — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
“We know you're strong, but accepting help is its own kind of strength.” — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
“I smiled to myself, thinking of America, measuring her against the other girls. She was pretty, if a bit rough on the… — Kiera Cass Copy Share Image
