This is not what I wantef. This is not why I came to the Wilds, why Alex wanted me to come: not to turn my back and bury the people I care about, and build myself hard and careless on top of their bodies, as Raven does. This is what Zombies do.

“Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge.”

“If he were less well trained, and less careful, he would say hate. But he can’t…”

“This is what we are made for: promises, pledges, and sworn oaths of obedience.”

“For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me …”