The man was allergic to sleep.

What did a happy ending even mean in real life, anyway? In stories you simply said, 'They lived happily ever after,' and that was it. But in real life people had to keep on living, day after day, year after year.

Do you love him?" Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. "He makes me feel like that. Like flying.

We needed to become world-famous soon, while there was still that kind of world to be famous in.

Maybe that was the price of loving someone: You lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.

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

Luckily for writers - and unluckily for history - every scientific idea creates human conflict.