The Wilds (The Wilds, #1)

by Donna Augustine

People believed what they wanted. Most of the time it’s the things they find most beneficial to their situation, and they do all sorts of mental gymnastics to make it fit neatly into their reality. I never understood that. The truth was so much easier to deal with, no mental backflips or cartwheels required.

I didn’t bother answering, just continued to sit and play the crazy part. This was one of the perks of being nuts. No one expected you to behave in accordance to the general population’s playbook, and I enjoyed being a nonconformist.

I might not look like much but I had a mind honed for conflict, if not a body.

It was strange but I felt like he appeared to the world the way I was inside. Like we were the same, he was just inside out.

Some of the world’s greatest atrocities could’ve been stopped if people hadn’t just stood around watching.

At least she was merciful in her victory. I was laid low by grandma. This was pathetic.