Would you rather die, or be unwound? Now he finally knows the answer. Maybe this is what he wanted. Maybe it's why he stood there and taunted Roland. Because he'd rather be killed with a furious hand than dismembered with cool indifference.

The Bill of Life was signed, the Unwind Accord went into effect, and the war was over. Everyone was so happy to end the war, no one cared about the consequences

Cities are never random. No matter how chaotic they might seem, everything about them grows out of a need to solve a problem. In fact, a city is nothing more than a solution to a problem, that in turn creates more problems that need more solutions, until towers rise, roads widen, bridges are built, and millions of people are caught up in a mad race to feed the problem-solving, problem-creating frenzy.

History is written by the victors--and when there is no victors, it all winds up in the corporate shredders.

No," says Ariana. "It was a dream. Reality got in the way, that's all.

You should never apologize for existing, Lev. Not even to all those people out there who wish you didn't.

Connor smiles with mocking warmth at him, and glances at the tattoo on his wrist. "I like your dolphin.