Fledglings are wonderful manipulators. Although they do not feel pain, they pretend that they do. They twist up their faces and cry when they are hit in order to receive sympathy, but Everett Cunningham tells himself that he will put them in their place. He will never bow down to a Fledgling. Even if it happens to be his Prize. Or Trophy.

I muse about  life, go off on tangents, so on and so forth.

Alessandra can't be in love. it doesn't exist anymore. Then why is her heart beating fast? Why are her hands shaking? Why can't she stop thinking about him? In a world where emotions are manufactured and processed, no one has been capable of feeling anything real...until now.