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Insurgent

This book is the second installment in a dystopian series, continuing the story of a young protagonist navigating a world torn apart by conflict and oppression. The narrative explores themes of courage, friendship, and the struggle for freedom in a society where the lines between right and wrong are blurred. 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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“Frank closed his troubled blue eyes and tipped his head back, but quickly regretted it. The moment he blocked out the light of the campfire, he was back on the smoke cover land. The ground beneath him seemed to be reaching up, eager to soak the life blood of the men around him. In every direction, the cries of the wounded screamed out. The constant sound of the drums echoed across the hills and through the valleys as the thundering cannons answered their call. With a gloved hand, he rubbed his eye lids as if the action might disperse the memories. It didn't.”

“Only if the goal is imperative not to lose, is the goal worth winning." or to put in another, more serious way "Only if the goal is worth dying for is it worth living.”

“The horse’s hooves crashed out on the stone floor, echoing in the arched entrance. Ahead, the nave stretched, vast, empty, bathed in colour; the winter sun streaming through stained glass between great arches. The horse snorted, its measured steps ringing out on the flagstones and tombs.”

“The gun stood on its platform, staring out over the breastwork of earth and timber, out across the steep valley to the hill beyond; a flat-topped hill, a great field of wheat laid over it, ripening and shimmering in the late afternoon sun; a cornfield filled with an army, a Cornish army, a superstitious, idolatrous army; an army of half-wild, barbarous heathens; a cornfield and an army to be cut down; a sacrifice to be reaped. 'For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.”

“Grenville's line of Cornishmen swayed and lurched, a low growl running through the ranks like a storm far out at sea, the boulders grinding as the waves built. And then it burst, men yelling, shaking their weapons in the air, the pikes clashing, thumping the ground, shouting, demanding, exclaiming, 'Kernow vedn keskerras!' Cornwall will march!”