I cling to Cal, Kilorn, Shade, to saving all the newbloods I can, because I am afraid of waking up to emptiness, to a place where my friends and family are gone and I am nothing but a single bolt of lightning in the blackness of a lonely storm.If I am a sword, I am a sword made of glass, and I feel myself begin to shatter.

-Victoria Aveyard

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