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Death finds us all, but not me. At least not yet.
I cheated death.
I stared it in the face, witnessing its potent cruelty.
I want to live, to right my wrongs and leave the life I resent behind me. I may have survived to live another day, but it’s at the hands of something much worse. Someone much worse, and far more dangerous.
Not only does he have the ability to eradicate me from this world. He also makes me feel more alive than I ever dared dream of.

We’re the very reason you live or die. We own you.
You just don’t know it.
I own her now.
Keeping her alive is treason. I’m betraying the very essence of my being. Insulting the very institute I bleed for.
It all comes down to one thing.
She’ll either live by The Panel or die by it. It’s her choice.

Signed copy of The Panel

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