Do you love him?Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. He makes me feel like that. Like flying.
It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.
Maybe she still was a pretty-head, making up irrational stories about the empty forest. The longer she stayed alone out here, the more Tally understood why the Rusties and their predecessors had believed in invisible beings, praying to placate spirits as they trashed the natural world around them.
I expect that you must receive top marks at school, young lady.Madeleine smiled as she stirred her tea. There are always rewards for those who state the obvious frequently and with conviction.
You're insane! she shouted.Pretty cool, huh?No!Tally yelled. Why didn't you tell me it was broken?Shay shrugged. More fun that way?More fun? Her heart beating fast,her vision strangely clear. She was full of anger and relief and...joy.Well, kind of. But you suck!
The Rusty Ruins were the remains of an old city, a hulking reminder of back when there'd been way too many people, and everyone was incredibly stupid. And ugly.
Maybe human beings are programmed … to help one another, even to fall in love. But just because it's human nature doesn't make it bad, Tally. Besides, we had a whole city of pretties to choose from, and we chose each other.
That Shay was in possesion of hand grenades was a comforting thought showed what kind of night this had become.
Alek said, Do you think I'm being a fool? I think you're trying to do something good. But doing good is rarely easy, and no weapon has ever stopped a war.
I'd watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal - against normal, not beside it. Locks didn't cure; they strangled.
What did a happy ending even mean in real life, anyway? In stories you simply said, 'They lived happily ever after,' and that was it. But in real life people had to keep on living, day after day, year after year.
And the worst thing was, there were no mirrors out there in the wild, so the princess was left wondering whether she in fact was still beautiful... or if the fall had changed the story completely.
...I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp. And for everyone who sees me to think Who's that? and want to get to know me, and listen to what I say.I'd rather have something to say.
But you weren't born expecting that kind of beauty in everyone, all the time. You just got programmed into thinking anything else is ugly.
Now,young lady,I suppose you're here for a work assignment.Work? Tally said.They both looked down at her puzzled expression, and Shay burst into laughter.
Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.
With everything so perfect, reality seemed somehow fragile, as if the slightest interruption could imperil her pretty future... all of it felt as tenuous as a soap bubble, shivering and empty.
Do you love him?”Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. “He makes me feel like that. Like flying.”“Then, you have to tell him.”“I told you, I kissed him!”“It’s hardly the same. I kissed you, after all. That wasn’t love, Mr. Sharp.”“Aye, and what exactly was it?”“Curiosity.” Lilit smiled. “And as I said, you’re quite a dashing boy.”“But I’m pretty sure Alek doesn’t want a dashing boy!”“You can’t be sure until you ask.”Deryn shook her head. “You were raised to throw bombs. I wasn’t.”“Were you raised to wear trousers and be a soldier?
First love is amazing and wonderful, but a kind of panic underlies it, a sense of not knowing what you're doing.