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389 pages, Hardcover
First published January 28, 2014
He looked back, still walking, and pressed a hand to his
He'd loved falling asleep with his eyes
on a little piece of the sky.
They had brought Dwellers and Outsiders together, and that was how it would stay.
Why was it so hard to bring together the people she loved and keep them safe? Why couldn't she just wake up and spend a day--one day--without running or fighting or losing someone?
Maybe his grief was like her wounded arm. Slowly healing. Gradually becoming less consuming as life delivered other worries and other joys. Other sources of pain and happiness.
Maybe he wanted to quantify Sable's ruthlessness. Futile, Perry knew. He could drop a stone into the black well of Sable's heart and never hear it hit the bottom.
He could be kind, when kindness lured a person to take a sip of poison. He could be charming and considerate. He could fool a person into believing he had a heart.
"...You know how hard it is to find trustworthy people. How impossible it is. People will turn on each other for the smallest reasons. For a meal, they will toss a friendship aside. For a warm coat, they will stab each other in the back. They steal. They lie and betray. They lust for what they can't have. What they do have isn't enough. We are weak, wanting creatures. We are never satisfied."
I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, and then all at once
“We lose and lose, but we're still here. Shaking in place, afraid of doing something. I'm tired of settling for this because I don't know if something better exists. It has to. What point is there otherwise? I can do something about it now. And I will.”
“Killing a man should be more different than killing a game. It was not.”
“She'd survived the outside. She'd survived the Aether and cannibals and wolves. She knew how to love now, and how to let go. Whatever came next, she would survive it, too”
"Fall off your own roof."
...And I did. Fall, I mean.
The trilogy-ending curse has been broken.
Why was it so hard to bring together the people she loved and keep them safe? Why couldn’t she just wake up and spend a day— one day—without running or fighting or losing someone?
“Soren,” Roar called. When Soren looked back, Roar flung his knife into the air. The blade spun end over end, heading right for Soren, who yelped and dodged aside.
It missed him by a hair, as Roar had surely intended. Roar never missed.
“Are you insane?” Soren yelled, his face turning red.
Roar jogged over and calmly picked up his knife, but he sheathed the blade with a vicious thrust. “That’s how you do a warning shot.”
“If we get to the Still Blue,” Soren said, “we should look at how to make more people like you, Aria.”
She laughed. “ Make more people like me? You mean half-breeds?”
“No. I mean people who are forgiving and optimistic and things like that.”
Aria didn’t even see Perry’s face before he hugged her. “I’ll be thinking about you,” he said, lifting her off the ground. “I love you.”
She said it back, and that was it.
All that mattered. Everything there was to say.