“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 put a barrier, a wall, around ourselves, but try as we might, we can’t keep the… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share Image
“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 chest where the dart had hit. Her heart beat powerfully inside her—fueled by fear. It felt as if it would burst, and she mentally tried to slow it down. Strange, she thought, these may be some… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share
“Joan now stood alone with him. Captain Nox was an excellent interrogator. Many of his colleagues relied on hidden cameras, tracking drones, and scanning machines to monitor their areas. Not Nox. He relished the human touch—information gleaned from the movement of a hand, a dropped word, or, as in this case, a glint of trepidation in the eyes. He studied… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share
“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 bake the earth dry. It cast a purple haze across the plain—like a great, dark topaz. In the trees the birds sang, while the squirrels jumped from branch to branch in seeming good will, belying the… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share
“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 onto his head. His hand jerked. A gurgling noise arose, not from his throat but from his chest, from deep down, as if he were fighting for something. Struggling. His eyes shifted toward her. Joan raised… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share
“Her hand accidentally brushed up against his chest. She froze. His breathing remained steady and regular. He had not awoken. She was about to pull her hand away, then stopped. Never had she touched a man’s chest. She waited a moment. His breathing was still constant, still regular. He was still asleep. Flattening her palm against his chest, she felt… — Cate Campbell Beatty Copy Share
“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
