Did you really think I was too fragile to know what Deryn was?" "Fragile?" Volger looked about. "I hadn't thought so, but now I find you brooding in a bathroom. This doesn't speak well of your sturdiness.

What about a hoverboard?" "It's waiting on the roof, of course." Dr. Cable snorted. "What is it about you miscreants and those things?

That was the whole point of being special: You existed to make sure everyone else behaved, but that didn't mean YOU had to.

All that glitters is not hovery.

Sometimes it felt like her life was a series of falls from ever-greater heights.

Surely no one would ever use such a weapon against a city." "There are no limits in war," Volger said, still staring out the window.

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