Fuzzy Tally is no more.

I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.

Alek was right behind her now, his body pressing close as he adjusted her sword arm. She hadn't realized this fencing business would be so touchy. He grasped her waist, sending a crackle across her skin. If Alek moved his hands any higher, he might notice what was hidden beneath her careful tailoring. “Always keep sideways to your opponent,” he said, gently turning her. “That way, your chest presents the smallest possible target.” “Aye, the smallest possible target,” Deryn sighed. Her secret was safe, it seemed.

Maybe they didn't want you to realize that every civilization has its weakness. There's always one thing we depend on. And if someone takes it away all that's left is some story in a history class.

It's just been a long week, that's all." "It's monday night, Jess." "My point exactly.

Perhaps Clankers and Darwinists would always be at war, if only in their hearts.

That's how things were out here in the wild, she was learning. Dangerous or beautiful. Or both.