Why do you need to fly so much?” she asked. “If I don’t, it’ll catch up with me.” The words just came out. “What will?” I took my hands from my face, panting. I stared out at the storm. “Unhappiness.

It's the way you look whenever she mentions her fiance. My cat looks like that before he hacks up a hairball.

It was as though, in one moment, he had become a stranger. And I a stranger to myself.

If anyone comes near you, just scream and run.

You're like something drawn with the sun's fire, and I can take only little glimpses of you.

I raised my hands, trying to shush her. "Don't shush me," she said, eyes blazing. "I hate being shushed.

Everyone watched, wondering if this could be the same lunatic who'd nearly berthed his ornithopter in the restaurant. I swallowed, for it seemed he was headed straight for my table. He pulled off his helmet and a mass of dark auburn hair spilled out. Off came the goggles, and I was looking at the beaming face of Kate de Vries.