Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.
Scott WesterfeldAll that glitters is not hovery.
Scott WesterfeldThe early summer sky was the color of cat vomit. Of course, Tally thought, you’d have to feed your cat only salmon-flavored cat food for a while, to get the pinks right.
Scott WesterfeldTag: kindlehighlight
Tally wondered if you could talk somebody out of their brain damage.
Scott WesterfeldLeft alone, human beings are a plague. They multiply relentlessly, consuming every resource, destroying everything they touch.
Scott WesterfeldAlek was right behind her now, his body pressing close as he adjusted her sword arm. She hadn't realized this fencing business would be so touchy.
He grasped her waist, sending a crackle across her skin.
If Alek moved his hands any higher, he might notice what was hidden beneath her careful tailoring.
“Always keep sideways to your opponent,” he said, gently turning her. “That way, your chest presents the smallest possible target.”
“Aye, the smallest possible target,” Deryn sighed. Her secret was safe, it seemed.
Your public-spiritedness is appreciated, I assure you.
Scott WesterfeldTypographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.
Scott WesterfeldTally turned away. Five minutes was suddenly too long to stand here, eyes burning, unable to cry.
Scott WesterfeldHe squeezed her hand. "Then I'll come get you, wherever you are when it happens. We'll be okay."
"But what about everybody else?"
He stared out across the river, nodding slowly. "My guess is, everybody else is in big trouble.
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