Marie Lu

Once upon a time, a girl had a father, a prince, a society of friends. Then they betrayed her, so she destroyed them all.

I'm prouder of him than I've ever been of myself - I'm proud of him for standing up to me

Tell me there is still good in the world. Tell me there is still hope for all of us.

So long as I remain in Day's life, I will hurt him. Any other alternative is impossible.Now, he is free.

How many times have you been called an abomination?_ he whispers. __ monster? Worthle

No. I will never let you hurt Day like that. Not the way I've already hurt him.

And the book (#7) is for whenever the hunt involves a lot of waiting around. Entertainment that won't eat up my batteries is always worth bringing.

My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.

What's the point of keeping in touch with the girl you're crazy about, when you're dying?

Now, as we stand three feet apart and stare at each other, I feel the full distance that comes with spending so much time apart, a moment filled with the electricity of a first meeting and the uncertainty of strangers.

Her sadness makes her impossibly beautiful, like snow blanketing a barren landscape.

Without his father's shadow in a way, he's beautiful.

She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, easily the most breathtaking girl in the room.

She's pretty in a way that distracts me just like she did in the Skiz ring. No, pretty's not the right word. Beautiful.

Without emotion, what's the point of being human?

I see pieces of memories in his eyes. Pieces of us. They are broken, and scattered, but they are there, gradually coming together again at the sight of me.

I'm supposed to hate you for what you did, I think. But her eyes linger on me in a way that refuses to let me.

But every now and then, when I steal a glance at the Girl, or feel her eyes on me, I helplessly drift back to thinking about her.