She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.
Sarcasm is always at someone's expense.
My name is Tobias Eaton, Tobias says. I don't think you want to push me off this train.The effect of the name on the people in the car is immediate and bewildering: they lower their weapons. They exch...
Moths, repeats Will. You're afraid of moths? Not just a cloud of moths, she says, like...a swarm of them. Everywhere. All those wings and legs and... She shudders and shakes her head.Terrifying, Will...
I’m not important. Everyone will do just fine without me, I say.Who cares about everyone? What about ?
It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.
I'm not going to pretend to know what's going on with you, he says. But if you senselessly risk your life again -- I am not senselessly risking my life. I am trying to make , like my parents would hav...
I think that are the liar! I say, my voice quaking. You tell me you love me, you trust me, you think I'm more perceptive than the avarge person. And the first second that belief in my perceptiveness,...
I think he came to die with me, I say. I clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. If I can keep breathing, I can stop crying. I didn't need or want him to die with me. I wanted to keep him safe. W...
I read somewhere, one, that crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion.I th...
I pull my foot back again, but Four's hands clamp around my arms, and he pulls me away from her with irresistible force. I breathe through gritted teeth, staring at Molly's blood-covered face, the col...
I don’t … I sound like I am being strangled. My family is all dead, or traitors; how can I …I am not making any sense. The sobs take over my body, my mind, everything. He gathers me to him, and bathwa...
I am your instructor, he says.My name is Four.Christina asks, Four? Like the number?Yes, Four says. Is there a problem?No.Good. We're about to go into the Pit, which you will someday learn to love. It...
His hands skim my bare arms. Just bounce a little when you walk, he says, kissing my forehead, and pretend you’re afraid of their guns —another kiss between my eyebrows— and act like the shrinking vio...
Desperation can make a person do surprising things.
Decades ago, our ancestors realized that it is not just political ideology, religious belief, race, or nationalism that is to blame for a warring world. Rather, they determined that it was the fault o...
Writing means not just staring ugliness in the face, but finding a way to embrace it.
She’s not pretty, that word is too small. She is not like the girls I used to stare at, all bend and curve and softness. She is small but strong, and her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her i...
What did you do? This time the question tears from my throat like a growl. I throw myself toward him… What did you do? I scream. You die, I die too…I asked you not to do this. You made your decision....
We could visit him, suggests Will. But what would we say? 'I didn't know you that well, but I'm sorry you got stabbed in the eye'?