Deryn felt brilliant, rising through the air at the center off everyone's attention, like an acrobat aloft on a swing. She wanted to make a speech: Hey, all you sods, I can fly and you can't! A natural airman, in case you haven't noticed. And in conclusion, I'd like to add that I'm a girl and you can all get stuffed!

I go where the lizards tell me.

I love my virginity to the apocalypse.

He and I have this... personality conflict. Namely, I think he should get a new one.

Never give us what we really want. Cut the dream into pieces and scatter them like ashes. Dole out the empty promises. Package our aspirations and sell them to us, cheaply made enough to fall apart.

Tally turned away. Five minutes was suddenly too long to stand here, eyes burning, unable to cry.

Okay... That's still blind-making.