Dystopian quotations

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◆ Seconds ebb and wane. She's not afraid of her voice anymore, but she's not entirely sure she trusts it. She's seen the damage caused with a single word. Right now, each one is a weapon, a conduit of war, and she won't just throw them out there all willy-nilly.

- Laura Kreitzer98

◆ The night surrounds, breathes across her skin. They're lost in the shadows of the moon.

- Laura Kreitzer98

◆ Time is a thief. A killer. Time is killing him.

- Laura Kreitzer98

◆ If you don't know a name, you can't be hurt when they go. I have no friends anymore, all are lost.

- Patricia Hamill98

◆ Love's sharp teeth sink into her. She surrenders to his possessive arms. They anchor her to his body and to this strange, new reality. With her ear situated against his chest, she listens to his steady heartbeat. It's strong and reassuring. Her own is jarring in comparison, a rapid rhythm crashing its way through her.

- Laura Kreitzer98

◆ The king who stepped into the ballroom wearing a green velvet robe and bejeweled crown was none other that the tiger-man who'd prowled through my nightmares and nearly every waking moment for the past two days. Chorda.

- Kat Falls98

◆ She reaches into the unknown and claims his hand, clasping it as if he might evaporate into the night. She's petrified. Not of the monstrosities prowling the island, but of the demon inside herself. The one about to rip apart her heart and mind to attain a selfish freedom. And it might all be a lie, placed there by the Society.

- Laura Kreitzer98

◆ Terror builds inside him. The reality that tonight will be his last leaves a sour taste in his mouth. The Tainted will eat him, or on a more terrifying note—if that's even possible—maybe turn him into one of them. He'd rather die. But first, he'll take as many of those bastards out as he can. He throws his pack into the throng and jerks the blade from his belt. With a thudding heart, he slices through them. Blood arcs over him, onto him.

- Laura Kreitzer98

◆ Slowly, he lifts the flashlight. Her shorts are torn and frayed, her shirt ripped from chest to naval, exposing her black bra and dirty stomach. And then he raises the light so it reflects off her face, off the crimson tears streaming from the girl's eyes. Her boney hands fly up to protect her face, and her head tilts sharply as she hisses.

- Laura Kreitzer98

◆ ...the end of the world hasn't granted the clumsiest among us any measure of grace.

- Patricia Hamill98

◆ As he plods behind Cameron and Summer, he can't help but stare at Summer's exposed, glistening skin. His thoughts aren't depraved or even mildly in the splasher. In fact, he focuses on the marks of cruelty crisscrossing her back, stomach, and shoulders. He trudges along, drenched, feet swollen, constantly searching for even a hint of a breeze, all while being forced to stare at the alarming network of burns traversing Summer's delicate skin. This latticework of hate reveals a brutal truth—one he can scarcely comprehend. Yes, he's glimpsed and felt her scars before, but this is the first time he's really, truly seen the severity and extent of her life as a slave. With each step, he must digest the monstrosities of her past, leaving him utterly devastated.

- Laura Kreitzer98

◆ She would rather remain silent, but her voice is no longer something to fear. It's strong. Powerful. A weapon of emotions.

- Laura Kreitzer98

◆ The day the nation voted on whether I'd live or die, I woke up with a headache.

- S.E. Bennett98

◆ I don't want to think about it, but I have to. Someone has to. I see the signs of spring and I weep...

- Patricia Hamill98

◆ A glacial chill rushes through Gage. He whips around just in time to see arms clutch Summer around the middle and drag her into the dark. Panic seizes him, and he takes off after her, regardless of the chaos brewing behind him. Her cry of surprise echoes all around them, drilling into his bones.

- Laura Kreitzer98