He Is looking at me through the smoke, across the fence. He never takes his eyes off me. His hair Is a crown of leaves, of thorns, of flames. His eyes are blazing with light,...
—Lauren Oliver
She actually isn’t so bad, now that I’m getting to know her. She’s just a little messy on the outside. But aren’t we all?
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