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341 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 19, 2014
“I think some have to fight harder to choose good over evil because the evil's got it out for them. And maybe it's because those're the ones evil knows will become the strongest warriors, recognizing true wickedness when it rears its head ... Maybe the ones who've struggled with true evil are the ones meant to make the biggest difference against it, you know?”
“I stare back, as if to defy him and whatever his problem has been. Except something hungry stirs behind his gaze, and the next thing I know he's taking my heart for a thirsty-leap into green depths, and I'm drinking him in as fast as I can, excruciatingly aware of how parched I am.”— Goodness. *fans self*
“...But instead of my power exploding like a thunderstorm, it comes as a gentle tide. A heart surrender. Almost painful in its approach, beckoning tears to my eyes as it renders my defenses nonexistent. And suddenly I can't remember why I ever needed them anyway because the very power I've spent my life cowering from is, at its core, pure.”
Suggested Age:18+ Genre:Fantasy
"Suddenly he's on top of me, with both hands around my neck, choking me so I can't breathe. I bring my knee up, but he's too quick. His leg crushes against my injured thigh
An awkward hush falls. The man's perverse pleasure is tangible as again he lifts the reins. But this time he doesn't stop until her feet are off the ground and the little girl's expression has exploded into full blown terror. She is kicking, flailing, gasping. Choking at the end of her noose. And he's enjoying every second of it. I shut my eyes and feel the throbbing of my own neck. One...two...three heart pulses, and abruptly there's a pause in the air. As if the wind itself is holding her breath. And then the sounds of a choked spasm, so fragile in its hopelessness, signaling what I already knew. He's going to let her die. But I can't."
“President Snow used to… sell me… my body, that is,” Finnick begins in a flat removed tone. “I wasn’t the only one. If a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward or allows people to buy them for an exorbitant amount of money. If you refuse, he kills someone you love. So you do it.”
"The fresh, sticky blood swirls around the old memorial tattoos in my skin. The ones already stained into my flesh in suffocating threads entwined around my bones. I lean against the stone of my room's fireplace and push the knife blade further into my arm, just above my elbow, until the scorching pain sucks the air from my lungs."
"Thus this page comes stained with tear drips and blood spatters, markers showing just how deeply you've engraved your name on my world."




