When I cry - when I let myself cry - that's who I cry for. I don't cry for myself. I cry for the Cassie that's gone.And I wonder what that Cassie would think of me.The Cassie who kills.

How would you rather die?" she snapped. "Hiding under your bed or riding Thunder Mountain?

It wasn't aliens that first made us gear up for war; it was our fellow humans.

Time for the world to end.