He who jumps may fall, but he may also fly.
It’s time to jump.
If Cassie was invalidated because she caught the disease, or because Fred suspected her of it, I can only imagine what he will do to me and to my family if he discovers that the cure did not work perfectly.
Lauren OliverI’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.
Lauren OliverAnd even if she isn’t—even if by some miracle, she survived the escape and has been squeezing out a living in the Wilds—she would never join forces with the resisters. She would never be violent or vengeful. Not Lena, who used to practically faint when she pricked a finger, who couldn’t even lie to a teacher about being late. She wouldn’t have the stomach for it.
Lauren OliverWe’ll go.” Her voice is surprisingly deep and forceful. Set in her sunken, shipwreck face, her eyes burn like two smoldering coals. “We’ll fight.
Lauren OliverHe was still in love with you, anyway.
Lauren OliverRaven jerks and stiffens. For a second, I think she is only surprised: Her mouth goes round, her eyes
wide.
Then she begins teetering backward, and I know that she is dead. Falling, falling, falling . . .
This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.
Lauren OliverTags: past
I am now officially married to Fred Hargrove. Nothing will ever be the same.
Lauren OliverTake down the walls.
Lauren OliverTags: inspirational strength courage lena-holoway requiem
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