That's what law is: educated guesses at right and wrong.

You are so obtuse!" Brontë says, exasperated. I am calm in my response. "Do you mean stupid, or angular? You need to be more specific with your insults.

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.

It was at that moment he realized that his spirit was truly human once more. For he no longer remembered how to be alone without being lonely.

The scariest thing of all is never knowing what you're suddenly going to believe.

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

Already Roland feels his limbs starting to go numb. He swallows hard. "I hate this. I hate you. I hate all of you." "I understand.