Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "make me pretty.

What if destiny doesn't care?

She wasn't here to gawk. She was an infiltrator, a sneak, an ugly. And she had a mission.

Everyone in the world was programmed by the place they were born, hemmed in by their beliefs, but you had to at least try to grow your own brain.

A rat called Possible New Strain was sitting under a spaghetti strainer held down with a pile of journalism textbooks, saying rude things in rat-speak.

The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.

I make it a policy never to appear surprised" - Dr Barlow