“ Only his eyes remain the same. Bronze, red-gold, like iron brought to blazing heat. ”
You want me to pin my entire operation, the entire revolution on some teenaged love story? I can't believe this.
~ Victoria Aveyard
She was happy, yes, in her own way, as best as she knew.But there’s a difference between a single candle in darkness and a sunrise.
I am the shadow of the flame.
Shocked to see me? I drawl at them, chuckling at the horrific joke.
