Can I ask why you’re throwing knives at cheese?’ ‘Caleb came by to discuss something,’ Tobias says, leaning his head against the… — 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
Yesterday he told me he thought I would have to pretend to be weak, but he was wrong. I am weak already.… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
Shh,” I say. “Arms around me.” Obediently, he slips both arms around my waist. I smile at the wall. I am not… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable. — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
It's stupid to miss a thing when there are so many people to miss instead, but I miss this train already, and… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
You’re too important to just … die.” He shakes his head. He won’t even look at me—his eyes keep shifting across my… — 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
