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400 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 10, 2014

My breath sort of stops, right there in my lungs.There is a time and place for love, and it is not in a dystopia, and the words "I LOVE YOU" should not be uttered when you've seen the person all of a few hours, when the book is not even 33% finished.
Standing behind the glass...is the person I swear I’ve waited my entire life to see.
I should be mad. I should be angry and embarrassed.Take Zephyr. The insta-love is strong with him. He dreams of a girl...
Instead, all I can think is I might love this girl.
The stars are out tonight. But the stars aren’t what I want to see right now."Moonlit girl." "Silvery-blonde" girl. Moonlit girl. MOONLIT GIRL. It is repeated so many times throughout the book that I was sick of it, and I was sick of Zephyr. For fuck's sakes, you have more things to worry about than a girl who appears in your dreams.
It’s the moon. The moon that reminds me of the moonlit girl.
My moonlit girl. She’s the cure to my nightmares, the one thing that helps me feel safe when I can’t even trust my own dreams to harbor me.
There aren’t many things I want.
But stars, I want the moonlit girl.
"...maybe there’s a chance she’s been dreaming of me, too."Meadow is no better, for all her claims of being a tough killer.
He is beautiful. Shaggy brown hair sweeps across his face, and I am shocked at how bad I want to touch it.She shouldn't be thinking this while she's watching the guy BLEED TO DEATH.
“Count to three. Relax your mind. Now survive.”
“I feel like I can protect you now…”
“I’m seriously considering prostitution over this.”
“Talan,” I groan, “you can’t just pawn yourself off like you’re a worthless Leech. You’re better than that.”



"Welcome to the Murder Complex.
You cannot see us. You cannot feel us.
But we are here.
And we control your every move."
Commandment One: Honor the Initiative.
Commandment Two: Thou shalt not attempt to cross the Perimeter.
Commandment Three: Honor the Silent Hour.
Commandment Four: Thou shalt not harbor useful items from the days Before.
We live, for the first time in our life's, without the Pulse tracking us. Together.
The sky turns seashell pink. Then mandarin orange. Then a red so deep it reminds me of blood. It reminds me that everything I have ever known is lost.