Perhaps Clankers and Darwinists would always be at war, if only in their hearts.

The lie took form as she spoke, pulling on as many strands of truth as it could reach.

There was a species of middle pretty who smiled at everything: happy smile, disappointed smile, you're-in-trouble smile.

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.

Nature was tough, it could be dangerous, but unlike Dr. Cable or shay, or peris-unlike people in general-it made sense. The problems it threw at you could be solved rationally.

there was a beautiful princess with a prince kissing her lips only the prince was totally ugly

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