Sometimes, the hardest thing was doing nothing.

Tally, do you ever suffer from sudden flashes of anger or euphoria, countersocial impulses, or feelings of superiority?

Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.

Perhaps it's worth saying again: One reader's discomfort should never stand in the way of another reader's survival.

Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.

He turned to face her again, his late-pretty composure crumbling. "But you're..." "Pretty? Think again." She smiled. "I'm Tally Youngbood. My mind is very ugly. And I'm taking your car.

it's not called the Rusty Ruins because some guy called Rusty found them.