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There's something to say about inspiration - when it comes into your life...the feeling is insatiable.

Life has a whimsical way of kicking you in the throat. I find it tobe one huge cosmic joke at our expense, only nobody is laughingbut the forces that be__iven that they are even a wee bit human.

Without the Dreamscape, we can__ sleep.My parents remind me all the time about stories their parents told them, of how things were in the Manic Age. The time before our bodies were upgraded to sync with the amazing invention called the Dreamscape. Thirty-eight years ago, people actually had to fall asleep on their own and, sometimes, they would toss and turn for hours. My grandparents said when sleep, in its mercy, did come, it often brought with it horrible images I__e heard people used to call nightmares.

I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.

Darian murdered them in cold blood. That__ a crime punishable with life in the Terrorscape, where you experience the worst nightmares imaginable.

Just when we thought everything was going to be okay, we all fell apart.

I should know better than anyone--you can't tell who a person is just from his looks.

Nobody wants to be born a One. One__ have the shortest lifespan. They must turn themselves in to The Protectorate for termination at age twenty-five. If I were ever going to feel sympathy for Darian, it would be because of that. Knowing he__ die the youngest of all the citizens is probably what made Darian go mad.

Everyone has to die at some point, so the thought of passing on together while holding hands with my one true love has always sounded like an amazing fairy tale. It reminds me of the old Shakespearean play Romeo and Juliet, and of the powerful love they shared.

Even if I did feel bad for Darian, I wouldn__ admit it. Siding with anyone who violates The Protectorate would make me Noncompliant. That would make me almost as corrupt as him. To side with those who violate The Protectorate is strictly forbidden and punishable by a week in the Terrorscape.

I__ starting to think that you have a really bad habit of trying to save me.__he turns shy and looks down. __ou are worth saving.

If you get sick again? Alec, stop hiding behind that. We start dying the day we are born. If everyone thought the way you do, no one would ever go after their dreams. There would be a ton of unhappy people moping around.

She's familiar. My only familiar thing in a world of inconsistency and confusion.

A road trip with your ancient mommy is just what you need after falling off a mountain and having your soul ripped out by your best friend.

Clear skies, cousin". Good luck, he means. There are never clear skies on Avon, no blue, no stars. But we don't give up hope, and we use those words to remind ourselves. Clear skies will come, one day.

But when there's no hope to be found anywhere, even the tiniest chance is worth taking.