It Will be better to die quickly with only the taste of freedom on our lips than to live long lives pretending not to see the walls that imprison us.
I just had to hope you'd find me, he says.Then he can't talk any more because I'm kissing him, and I don't think I'll ever stop. But I do. I lean back and stare into his eyes, and it's not until I see...
She stops speaking, but I can hear her silent sobs. They’re the loudest thing I’ve ever heard.
I run and run and run. Past the hospital, through the garden, past a pond. And to the cold metal wall. I stop, gulping at the air, my heart racing in my ears. I reach up with one hand and touch the wa...
All the computers in the world are on a network. They’re linked by our cuffs. But I’m a computer. Jack’s a computer—Akilah—PA Young—all the cy-clones. We’re all computers.You know the great thing abou...
I am as silent as death. Do this: Go to your bedroom. Your nice, safe, warm bedroom that is not a glass coffin behind a morgue door. Lie down on your bed not made of ice. Stick your fingers in your ea...
He blinks. Touches the side of my face, near my eyes. My eyes that are blue now, not green. With oval irises.I'm still me, I say, because my greatest fear now is that he doesn't want a hybrid Amy.He c...
I’m sorry.’ The two most inadequate words in the English language.
Ella! the voice yells, but I cannot tell where it is coming from. The sound wraps around me, spreading like spilt water and then evaporating into silence.Where am I? I whisper again.The darkness stret...
And I try to remember if this happened before, because this is a memory I would want to keep.But there is no echo of it in my mind.
I’m not human.I’m better.
I try not to look obvious as I wait for Mom’s answer. I feel as if I am on the edge of a knife, my feet being sliced by the blade, teetering toward one side or the other.Oh, of course! Mom exclaims, h...
My heart stutters—not why? or how?—those are not the important questions. The really important question is: by whom?
I cannot imagine a more perfect hell than being trapped inside my own mind.
If I can only see him in madness, is it worth trying to hold onto sanity?
It was to apologize, and apologizing means he remembers what happened, and that means being trapped in a nightmare that’s already come true.
I reached inside her and pulled out the deepest memories in her body, the memories that words can’t describe, the memories that are as much a piece of her as her arms and legs. Those are the ones she’...
But of course these are scientists. Tell them to leave something alone, and all they want to do is poke it with a stick.
Amy pulls away and looks into my face. Her pale skin is blotchy red, her eyes are veined and shadowed, and a shiny line of snot trickles from her nose to the top of her lip.
Silence and stars.