That Shay was in possesion of hand grenades was a comforting thought showed what kind of night this had become.
Scott WesterfeldThere was a species of middle pretty who smiled at everything: happy smile, disappointed smile, you're-in-trouble smile.
Scott WesterfeldAnd you know, these things don't last forever.' I know, Mandy. Nothing does.' That's the spirit.
Scott WesterfeldAlek was right behind her now, his body pressing close as he adjusted her sword arm. She hadn't realized this fencing business would be so touchy. He grasped her waist, sending a crackle across her skin. If Alek moved his hands any higher, he might notice what was hidden beneath her careful tailoring. โAlways keep sideways to your opponent,โ he said, gently turning her. โThat way, your chest presents the smallest possible target.โ โAye, the smallest possible target,โ Deryn sighed. Her secret was safe, it seemed.
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