The doctor brushed past her and gestured at the holographic image that jutted from the netscreen. "Let me tell you what is peculiar about it" "I'd say 36.28 percent of it is pretty peculiar

Lines drawn into his face suggested he had spent many years thinking very hard over very difficult problems.

The better to eat you with, my dear.

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

You have no idea how to dance, do you?” Cinder fixed her gaze on him, mind still reeling. “I’m a mechanic.

If you were a gentleman, you would offer to buy me one as well." "If you were a lady, you would have waited for me to make the offer.

Her mind emptied of everything but the gusting wind and how fragile Wolf looked in that heartbeat, like one movement could break him open.