Tobias Tells the Divergent StoryeBook - 2012
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I can't leave now. I like her too much. There, I said it. But I won't say it again.
Of course she thinks I'm like Eric. I just threw knives at her head. I screwed it all up. Permanently.
"Eyes open then." I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don't really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.
There goes your pretty face. But Peter's right, she's not pretty, that word is too small. She is not like the girls I used to stare at, all bend and curve and softness. She is small but strong, and her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her is like waking up.
And then his eyes shift to mine, just for a second. It's like he knows, he KNOWS I have a thing for her, so he's going to force me to throw knives at her.
Still, it takes more bravery for Al to say no than for Eric to force him to get a knife in the back of the head, which is something Eric will never understand.
I have to admit that Christina is good- though I don't like giving credit to Candor smart-mouths- and so is Peter- though I don't like giving credit to future psychopaths. Al, however, is just a walking, talking sledgehammer, all power and no finesse... Al the Sledgehammer has unexpectedly soft insides.
I don't usually hate people, but I hate Peter. I hate that he tries to shrink people, the same way Eric does. Tris doesn't answer, just picks up a knife and throws, still with that awkward arm, but it works- I hear metal slam against board and I smile.
I try not to be afraid of him, but I know how smart he is and that if I'm not careful, he'll notice that I keep staring at her, and that will be my undoing.
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