Matched

"Now that I’ve found the way to fly, which

direction should I go into the night? My wings aren’t white or feathered; they’re green, made of green silk, which shudders in the wind and bends when I move—first in a circle, then in a line, finally in a shape of my own invention. The black behind me doesn’t worry me; neither do the stars ahead. "

-Matched (Ally Condie)

2/11/19