What if destiny doesn't care?
The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.
The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side.
You’d best ask the lady boffin, sir,” Newkirk said. “Midshipmen aren’t allowed to have opinions.
Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.
She smiled, turning toward Alek. "You don't know what a friend you have in Dylan.