Soon, the whole world would be searching for her -Linh Cinder. A deformed cyborg with a missing foot. A Lunar with a stolen identity. A mechanic with no one to run to, nowhere to go. But they will be looking for a ghost.

Imagine there was a cure, but finding it would cost you everything. It would completely ruin your life. What would you do?

I don't like to think of it as 'stolen'. They have no proof that I didn't plan on giving it back." "You're kidding, right?" He shrugged. "You have no proof either." She squinted back at him. "Were you planning on giving it back?" "Maybe." An orange light blinked on in the corner of Cinder's vision-her cyborg programming picking up on the lie.

I just think we shouldn't judge her, or anyone, without tryo g to understand them first. That maybe we should get the full story before jumping to conclusions. Crazy notion, I know.

I have a glitch, too. Sometimes I forget that I’m not human. I don’t think that happens to most androids.

If you honestly believe that," said Thorne, stowing the gun again, "then you really don't recognize true value when you see it.

The queen's eyes smouldered. "I know my own kind when I see them, and right now there is one in these city walls." She pointed a finger toward the balcony."I want her found and brought to me." "Right," said Kai,"that'll be no problem in a city of two and a half million people. Let me just go dig out my special Lunar detector, and I'll get right on that.