Dragon Quill

I have a good feeling about this book! (more…)

Last time, she was taking a confusing test! This chapter…that was it? Seriously? That’s the whole test? (more…)

Last time, what will she choose?

Today, Beatrice explains cigarettes exist. (more…)

Last time, the Dauntless are criminally incompetent.

Today, into Dauntless headquarters which are apparently tunnels and since safety is for cowards presumably they collapse on people all the time and every now and then half the faction’s wiped out by poor ventilation. (more…)

Last time on divergence really doesn’t seem to matter, the Dauntless are full of contradictions I don’t think were intended.

This time, Tris finds out that she doesn’t have to fight at all today because they’re supposed to pair up and she’s #9. (more…)

Last time on Dauntless, everyone gets the shit beaten out of them. Today on Dauntless, Tris is a beaten wreck. (more…)

Last time on Dauntless, a momentary break in the beatings and the discovery the Dauntless are just standing around the fence doing nothing.

This time, more beatings! (more…)

Last time on Dauntless, a pretty reasonable game where no one is beaten unconscious.

Today on Dauntless, throwing knives! So we’re back to form. (more…)

Last time on Dauntless, her mom was born Dauntless which is a huge shock because it’s not like the last few chapters have been about how transfers exist and can exemplify the traits of their new faction. Also something something divergence is important we swear! (more…)

Last time on Dauntless, stage one initiation complete! Two characters we barely knew were lost. Better than the Hunger Games in that they had names and were mentioned a bit, worse than Battle Royale in that they didn’t have much else. Also Tris is still divergent except for the part where she’s totally Dauntless. (more…)

Last time, Tris got eaten by birds who I guess symbolized her family.

Today, Tris goes in for a new nightmare. (more…)

I OPEN MY eyes to the words “Fear God Alone” painted on a plain white wall. I hear the sound of running water again, but this time it’s from a faucet and not from the chasm. Seconds go by before I see definite edges in my surroundings, the lines of door frame and countertop and ceiling.

Well, that’s a good opening. It’s a shame my first thought is wait, they have a concept of God? (more…)

“TRIS.”
In my dream, my mother says my name. She beckons to me, and I cross the kitchen to stand beside her. She points to the pot on the stove, and I lift the lid to peek inside. The beady eye of a crow stares back at me, its wing feathers pressed to the side of the pot, its fat body covered with boiling water.
“Dinner,” she says.

Well that smacks of faux deepness. (more…)

Last time on Dauntless, suicide, finding out about Four, continuing to reject the idea the Erudites have any point, and kissing. (more…)

Last time on Dauntless, she flubs the test run of the fear landscape. Incidentally, I’ve typed Dauntless so many times it doesn’t look like a word. (more…)