Looks are deceiving," Risa says. "After all, when I first saw you I thought you looked reasonably intelligent.

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

Respect doesn't come without a little resentment.

Milestone! This is a momentous occasion," he tells her cheerily. "It should be witnessed by a friend." She throws him an icy gaze, and he does a verbal back pedal. "Aaaand since no friends are present, I'll have to do.

Sometimes we make our alliances not by the shape and color of our flesh but by the convictions of our heart.

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.

How much do you know about the Heartland War?' Connor shrugs. 'It was the last chapter in our history textbook, but we had state testing, so we never got to it.