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.

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

There is a passion in you that scares me.

If my heart were a compass, you'd be North.

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.

I believe there is something on this earth that you desire more than anything, and it isn't me.