Next he grabs a round yellow thing covered in small bumps. It looks like a strange fruit and I half expect him to squeeze it to produce juice. When it reaches shoulder height the small bumps explode, turning into razor-sharp spikes. I duck and roll in BK's direction to avoid getting impaled.
"What the hell?" I shout. "You could have warned me! This is the second time in less than five minutes that you've almost killed me.
Mots clés four john-smith nine
I love you," I say.
I said that once, before I went to Erudite headquarters, but he was asleep then. I don't know why I didn't say it when he could hear it. Maybe I was afraid to trust him with something so personal as my devotion. Or afraid that I did not know what it was to love someone. But now I think the scary thing was not saying it before it was too late. Not saying it before it was almost too late for me.
Stiff. That’s why you’re strong, get it? - Tobias Eaton
Veronica RothMots clés four tris tobias tobias-eaton stiff
I drop the other Chest to the ground in shock. "What number are you? I'm Four."
He squints at me and then offers his hand. "I'm Nine. Good job staying alive, Number Four.
The wind is knocked out of me; and when I look up, I see Nine spitting blood out. He's grinning.
"Are you crazy?" I ask. "You're enjoying this?"
"I've been locked up for over a year. This is the best day of my life!
Idols of the injury,
dug in behind the least understood
motor plan information.
The vile abomination temporal lobes and
The four loathsome memory walls and
The four reasoning, arithmetic beasts
are found for all behind pain and planes.
Portrayed as a house,
Go in, function, cause blindness from
The house's hearing spirit, judgment and
The court's four bronze woes and
The functioning brain lobe wings,
Go in, hearing and perception,
I dig under door fronts, pain and plans.
Mots clés poetry metaphor brain old-testament idols four injuries cut-ups book-of-ezekiel cut-up-technique
Wake. Up," Four snaps. "You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.
Veronica RothMots clés four
Do I look like I’ve been crying?’ I say.
‘Hmm.’ He leans in close, narrowing his eyes like he’s inspecting my face. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. Even closer, so we would be breathng the same air- if I could remember to breathe.
‘No, Tris,’ he says. A more serious look replaces his smile as he adds, ‘You look tough as nails.
Mots clés four veronica tobias divergent
I don't want to stop you. I want you to stop yourself.
Veronica RothMbili jumulisha mbili wakati mwingine si sawa na nne. Ni sawa na nne jumulisha moja kwa sababu moja ni nguvu ya ushirikiano.
Enock MaregesiMots clés power unity four two one five plus
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