“He pushes his hair, soaked from the snow, out of his eyes. "So what are we going to do, break a window? Look for a back door?" "I'm just going to walk in," I say. "I'm her son." "You also betrayed her and left the city when she forbade anyone from doing that," he says, "and she sent people after you to stop you. People with guns." "You can stay here if you want," I say. "Where the serum goes, I go," he says. "But if you get shot at, I'm going to grab it and run." "I don't expect anything more." He is a strange sort of person.” PeopleIfsWantLooksPersonsEyeRunningLeftWalksCitiesBreakDoorsStrangeSonHairGunShotsWindowSnowHis EyesBetrayedBack Doors Author:Veronica Roth
“I want free life, and I want fresh air; And I sigh for the canter after the cattle, The crack of the whip like shots in battle, The medley of horns, and hoofs, and heads That wars, and wrangles, and scatters and spreads; The green beneath and the blue above, And dash, and danger, and life and love.” WantWarFreedomAirDangerBattleShotsAnd LoveBlueGreenSpreadCracksSighLife And LoveHornsWhipsCattleFresh AirFree LifeMedley Author:Frank Desprez