Rebel (Legend, #4)

by Marie Lu

She was the flint lighting sparks in my darkness, illuminating a history that I can just barely see.

There are a million pieces of us scattered through my memory, moments tiny and insignificant to everyone else in the world except for me.

Maybe the United States was only ever united for some. Maybe this place has always been a dystopia.

Because sometimes, broken pieces find a way to make a new whole.

You rarely regret the things you do, but always the things you don’t.