'When we arrive at the house, my parents aren't yet home. We are here as a couple for the first time, Tris and me. Anticipation heavy upon my shoulders.' (Introduction)
She feels it close now, the appointed season
The invisible thread is broken as she flies;
Suddenly, without warning, without reason,
The guiding spark of instinct winks and dies.
-'The Death of the Bird ', A. D. Hope