“I find my anger ebbing away, and I'm lost in muffled grief again, this time not just for Tris, but for Uriah,… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“Before I leave the bathroom, I pinch my cheeks hard to bring blood to the surface of my skin. It’s stupid, but… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“It happened. It was awful. You aren't perfect. That's all there is. Don't confuse your grief with guilt." We stay in the… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“He still smiles all the time, but now his smiles look like they're made out of water, about to drip down his… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“Christina and I don't speak, but I know our thoughts are the same, fixed on Uriah, on his last breaths.” — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
“A weight settles on my shoulders. I knew, of course, that Uriah might never wake up. But the hope that kept the… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
