Scythe

think all young women are cursed with a streak of unrelenting foolishness, and all young men are cursed with a streak of absolute stupidity.

Innocence is doomed to die a senseless death at our own hands, a casualty of the mistakes we can never undo.

And which is worse—to be despised, or to be ignored?

every year henceforth would be named after a different species

2042 is the year we conquered death, and also the year we stopped counting. Sure, we still numbered years for a few more decades, but at the moment of immortality, passing time ceased to matter.

r younger brother, Ben,

Jenny Terranova was safe from gleaning for the next twelve months.

Rowan had never been an exceptional student—but that was by design. To be either too good or too bad drew attention. As much as he hated being the lettuce, it was his comfort zone.

wonder if the bright benefit of belief outweighed the darkness its abuse could bring.

—he would do it right or not at all.