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304 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 3, 2015


“No one survives beyond the fence. At least that's what my father always told me when I was a child. But I'm not a little girl anymore, and I no longer believe in the words of my father. He told me the Lattimers were cruel and deserved to die. He told me my only choice was to kill the boy I loved. He has been wrong about so many things. And I'm determined that he's going to be wrong about my survival as well.”Welcome to the Ivy's beyond the fence life. She had her moments, specially in the beginning I'll give her that; she found herself in beyond the fence and it started to transform her but most of the time she was just a depressed and moody chick. So guess how boring it was to read all that shit? HA. I'm all for the feelings and feels but man, did those moments drag! Ivy made a huge deal of...nothing and wasted too much pages before sorting out what she feels and why she feels that way.

“Are most people this lucky? To find someone who really understands them? Someone who accepts all their strange and foreign ways of looking at and approaching the world without constantly trying to change them into someone more like themselves? Letting me be Ivy, when so many others have tried to mold me into a different kind of girl, is the most valuable gift Bishop will ever give me..”











For every trial there has been an answering blessing, for every loss, something gained.
"Nobody can make it out here alone, Ivy."
"Bishop must love you a lot," Ash says finally. "Coming out here to find you."
"Yes." It takes me a second to continue. "I think he did."
Ash shakes her head. "Not did, Ivy. Does."
"I don't know why he would," I say, voice quiet. "I've hurt him. Over and over again."
Ash's face softens, her eyes warm. "That's what love is, though, isn't it? You don't stop loving someone just because they disappoint you."
Life beyond the fence is transforming me. Not into a new person, but back into the girl I've always been underneath all the layers my father and Callie built on top of me. Slowly, I am finding myself.
I am becoming Ivy again.
I don't understand how the pain of losing him can be a pale shadow in comparison to the pain of finding him again.
And I understand in a way I never have before that loving someone is always going to feel like flying--the unthinkable drop, the fear of falling, the heart-in-your-throat thrill.
"I love you," he says quietly. I want to take his words, the truth of them I can see on his face, and cup them in my hands like a glowing coal from the fire. Keep them with me warm and bright, a talisman.

“You don't stop loving someone just because they disappoint you.”

“And maybe that's love, too - feeling the other person's hurts like your own.”


Too weak and too angry. I hold my good arm out from my side, beckoning into the hot, still air. “Come on,” I yell. “You want me? Come and get me.”
I know now that I can survive out here. The question is whether I have the strength to really live.
Bishop’s jaw tightens, but he only sounds incredibly tired when he says, “I just want to be with you. Walk next to you, Ivy, wherever you’re headed. That’s all.”
My voice already sounds more my own. Stronger. I point to the knife in Ash’s hand. “I need one of those. And lessons on how to use it.”
I can live with blood on my hands.