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Free Four: Tobias Tells the Divergent Knife-Throwing Scene

In this novel, readers gain a unique insight into the knife-throwing scene from the viewpoint of Tobias, a character from the popular Divergent series. The narrative delves into the training, emotions, and experiences surrounding this pivotal moment in the story. more

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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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