It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself.

We don't always get to choose what we love.

A rousing tale of techno-geek rebellion, as necessary and dangerous as file sharing, free speech, and bottled water on a plane.

Dude, I just watched you climb up a f*cking building!-Lace

So, there was this beautiful princess. She was locked in a high tower(...)She was stuck up there(...)So the only thing was to jump.

Do you love him?" Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. "He makes me feel like that. Like flying.

Haven't you ever known someone rejected by a lover, who, consumed by rage and jealousy, never lets go? They look on from a distance, unseen but boiling inside. The emotion never seems to tire, this hatred mixed with intense obsession, even with a kind of twisted love.