Humans aren't defined by death, and they're not defined by what they lack. They're defined by their connections.

My wit is like your legs," said Xochi. " It would be selfish of me to keep it hidden.

Hello, Bradley,' said Mom. She'd regained her composure after my outburst, and now raised her camera. 'Stand close.' 'No, Mom,' I said. 'No pictures.' 'But you're friend's here now,' she said, waving us together. 'Smile!' 'I don't need a picture with-' the flash snapped '-another guy. That's great, Mom, thank you. Send that one to Dad and tell him we're going steady.

I need a sample of your blood,' said Kira. Marcus raised an eyebrow. 'I didn't know we'd reached that stage of our relationship.

The last to fall were the buildings, distant and solemn, the gravestones for an entire world.

Life comes from death, and weakness teaches us strength.

This book is dedicated to the rule breakers, the troublemakers, and the revolutionaries. Sometimes the hand that feeds you needs a good bite.