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“They will see him as a traitor from now on. His Dauntless family will have the option of visiting him in his new faction, a week and a half from now on Visiting Day, but they won't, because he left them. His absence will haunt their hallways, and he will be a space they can't fill. And then time will pass, and the hole will be gone, like when an organ is removed and the body's fluids flow into the space if leaves. Humans can't tolerate emptiness for long.”

Quote by Veronica Roth

Work

Divergent

In a society divided into five factions based on virtues—Abnegation, Amity, Candor, Dauntless, and Erudite—Tris Prior must navigate a complex web of political intrigue and personal conflict as she seeks to understand her own identity and the true nature of the world around her. The novel delves into themes of choice, sacrifice, and the struggle for individuality in a society that seeks to control and categorize its citizens. more

Author

Veronica Roth
Veronica Roth

Veronica Roth (born August 19, 1988) is an American novelist best known for her bestselling Divergent trilogy, which includes Divergent, Insurgent, and Allegiant. The series, set in a dystopian Chicago, explores themes of identity, choice, and societal structure. Roth graduated from Northwestern University with a degree in creative writing. She published Divergent at age 21, and the series has sold over 40 million copies worldwide, inspiring a successful film franchise. Roth continues to write and lives in Chicago with her family. more

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