Void (The Far Reaches, #2)

by Veronica Roth

I realized that what’s out there is oblivious to us. There’s no menace to it, because there’s no intent. We’re just fragile, and we break sometimes. And time keeps moving. I don’t know. I think it’s comforting—our smallness is comforting to me.”

It was strange how an ache that had persisted for years could just . . . subside. Just like that. Matter not disappearing, just . . . transforming.

But the void was also nothing, and now it contained her entire world. And so all things passed, eventually. Even pain.