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Memphis sat in the graveyard, near a headstone that read EZEKIEL TIMOTHY. BORN 1821. DIED FREE 1892. He lit the lantern he kept secreted inside the knothole of a sheltering oak and set to work on a new poem. She wears her grief like a coat of feathers too heavy for flight. He crossed out heavy, wrote weighted instead, then decided that was downright pretentious and put heavy back in.
~ The Diviners by Libba Bray, pg. 164
I'm dead, Em. I don't want you to keep dying inside for me. "I don't want it either." Saying goodbye is like losing him all over again. My chest is a mass of hurt. My throat burns, and eyes brim with tears. "Help me let you go. Please, Daniel. I love you, always will, but I have to say goodbye." He smiles through the red coursing his face. A cool breeze blows a kiss on my cheek, damp with my tears. His voice is soft, sad and resigned. You just did. Open your eyes...
~ Broken by A.E. Rought, pg. 46 (Galley Edition)
She saunters into my cell in a long black gown, holding a lit cigarette. Light streams in from the hallway and outlines her sculpted silhouette. It's how I imagine death will come to me: overdressed and smoking.
~ Crewel by Gennifer Albin, pg. 106
The Pilot sings it slow, and sad.
The Society is dying, is dead.
Tears stream down my cheeks. In spite of myself, I find that I am crying for the Society, for its end. For the death of what did keep some of us safe for a very long time.
~ Reached (Matched #3) by Ally Condie, pg. 96 (ARC Edition)