Veronica Roth
- Divergent
I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peter's grip, though his hands chafe. "What did you do?" I scream. "You die, I die too." Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. "I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions." He disappears around the corner. The last I see of him is the gleam of the gun barrel and blood on the back of his earlobe from an injury I didn't see before.
Veronica Roth
- Divergent
"Yes and no. My conclusion," she explains, "is that you display equal aptitude for Abnegation, Dauntless, and Erudite. People who get this kind of result are..." She looks over her shoulder like she expects someone to appear behind her "...are called... Divergent." She says the last word so quietly that I almost don't hear it, and her tense, worried look returns. She walks around the side of the chair and leans in close to me.
Veronica Roth
- Divergent
"So today is the day," she says. "Yes," I reply. "Are you nervous?" I stare into my own eyes for a moment. Today is the day of the aptitude test that will show me which of the five factions I belong in. And tomorrow, at the choosing ceremony, I will decide on a faction; I will decide the rest of my life; I will decide to stay with my family or abandon them.
G. R. S.
- What is this world we all are in?
There may not be but one small bloom on the orchid tree out back, but there is light on the horizon and rain on its way so I assure you that the blooms will multiply exponentially in number and out will blossom the most beautiful wild orchid tree you did ever see, lad.
Veronica Roth
- Divergent
There is one mirror in my house. It is behind a sliding panel in the hallway upstairs. Our faction allows me to stand in front of it on the second day of every month, the day my mother cuts my hair. I sit on the stool and my mother stands behind me with the scissors, trimming. The strands fall on the floor in a dull, blonde ring.
