Dragon Quill

Last time, factionless everywhere! (more…)

Last time, they’re arrested!

No matter how many times I ask why we are under arrest, no one says anything

FUCK THIS FUCKING SHIT BOOK (more…)

Last time Candor proves they’re surprisingly untrustworthy and going to hammer their faction’s values down everyone else’s throat if they get half a chance, but no one cares and Tris keeps going on about unburdening yourself in an unqualified good. (more…)

Last time, Tris’ angst and suicidal tendencies seem to be getting endorsed. This chapter, we finally get someone directly saying the angst is bullshit. Lynn the minor character I don’t remember is here to say Tris needs to stop avoiding their group. (more…)

Last time, Erudite-siding Dauntless attack with their idiotproofed guns. (more…)

Last time, Tris was captured but still has a knife! Stabbings are imminent. (more…)

A flash of light catches my eye—lightning.

YA writing, everyone! (more…)

My mother said people feared the Divergent because we couldn’t be controlled. That may be true, but fear of the uncontrollable is not a concrete enough reason to give Jack Kang for the Erudite wanting us dead. My heart races as I realize that I can’t answer his question.

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So! At some point, we have switched into a very similar sounding alternate Insurgent written in an alternate universe. (more…)

Last time, the Dauntless decide to spy on the meeting.

Today, we’re still in a version of the story where there’s a meeting, although of course it could be a totally different meeting. It’s impossible to ever know for sure. (more…)

SHAUNA LIES ON the ground, facedown, blood pooling on her shirt.
Lynn crouches at her side. Staring. Doing nothing.
“It’s my fault,” Lynn mumbles. “I shouldn’t have shot him. I shouldn’t have …”

Tobias verifies Shauna is not yet dead, which then makes me wonder what the fuck sort of training do they give these people that step one is Curl Up In Misery Ball And Blame Self and step ten or so is check to see if they’re actually dead or not. (more…)

BLOOD IS A strange color. It’s darker than you expect it to be.
I stare down at Marlene’s hand, which is wrapped around my arm. Her fingernails are short and jagged—she bites them. She pushes me forward, and I must be walking, because I can feel myself moving, but in my mind I stand before Eric and he is still alive.
He died just like Will did. Slumped just like Will did.

Also like all the many, many other people who’ve died, including the kid whose head you saw Eric blow apart just a few chapters ago. Or did that not happen again? (more…)

SOMEONE RAIDS THE Dauntless kitchens and heats up the imperishables kept there, so we have a warm dinner that night.

Huh. So I guess the rest just rotted. (more…)

Last time as we careened around between universes, author fiat happened to make Tris do something terrible and then terribly stupid.

Today, Tris is being asocial and avoiding the celebratory funeral. (more…)

I FORGOT MY watch.
Minutes or hours later, when the panic subsides, that is what I most regret. Not coming here in the first place—that seemed like an obvious choice—but my bare wrist, which makes it impossible for me to know how long I have been sitting in this room.

This does seem a great example of your general failure to plan this in any way at all. (more…)

Last time, plot says Tris does stuff, so stuff. More stuff. Brain structures matter and this is shocking. (more…)