Wow. Nice bike,” I said. Which was a lie. It looked like a glossy black death trap.

You're a psychopath." "I prefer creative.

Hate to disappoint, but no feathers. I came to Earth stripped naked.

Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?

If you need one more reason, I love you.

Science is an investigation," Coach said, sanding his hands together. "Science requires us to transform into spies." Put that way, science almost sounded fun. But I'd been in Coach's class long enough not to get my hopes up.

Deep, dark unearthly black. I hadn't told anyone yet, but the color kept streaking across my mind at the oddest moments. When it did, my skin shivered pleasantly, and it was as if I could feel the color tracing a finger tenderly along my jaw, tipping my chin up to face it directly. I knew it was absurd to think a color would come to life, but once or twice, I was sure I'd caught a flash of something more substantial behind the color. A pair of eyes. The way they studied me cut to the heart.