Åhå, det var väl några evigheter sedan jag delade med mig av en smakbit senast, så jag tänkte att det fick vara dags nu. Stycket jag valt kommer från sidan 50 i Insurgent, andra boken i Divergent-trilogin av Veronica Roth.
A sob racks my body again, and he wraps his arms around me so tightly I find it difficult to breath, but it doesn't matter. My dignified weeping gives way to fullon ugliness, my mouth open and my face contorted and sounds like a dying animal coming from my throat. If this continues I will break apart, and maybe that would be better, maybe it would be better to shatter and bear nothing.
He doesn't speak for a long time, until I am quiet again.
"Sleep," he says. "I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you."
"My bare hands, obviously."