That Shay was in possesion of hand grenades was a comforting thought showed what kind of night this had become.
~ Scott Westerfeld
What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.
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.
The very idea of making shoes by hand boggled her mind.
When she awoke, the world was on fire.
Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.
The lie took form as she spoke, pulling on as many strands of truth as it could reach.
