Like the color of leaves in autumn, burning, burning.
Boys don’t cry, they just get stones in their eyes. They like to build walls around the hurt inside and pretend that it dies.
Already, I hardly recognize myself. I’ve been transfigured by the dress, by the bright lights in the dressing room. For all my life I have been Hana Tate.
But the girl in the mirror is not Hana Tate. She is Hana Hargrove, soon-to-be wife of soon-to-be mayer, and a symbol of all that is right about the cured world.
She is even lovelier than I thought. Her eyes are vivid green, and her skin is luminous and soft-looking.
Of course she would be named Coral.
Book cover re-makes for the Delirium trilogy. (click to enlarge)
“We could go there,” he says at last. I think he must be joking, so I start to laugh. He stays quiet, though, and when I open my eyes I see his face is totally composed. “We could go if you want to.”
Delirium Coverflip → What the Delirium cover might have looked like had it been written by a male author, inspired by Maureen Johnson’s challenge.
