A rousing tale of techno-geek rebellion, as necessary and dangerous as file sharing, free speech, and bottled water on a plane.

When she awoke, the world was on fire.

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

Once you told yourself a story enough times, it was so easy to keep on believing it.

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit. Of course, Tally thought, you’d have to feed your cat only salmon-flavored cat food for a while, to get the pinks right.

maybe when you look at your face 50 times its really not that interesting anymore

That Shay was in possesion of hand grenades was a comforting thought showed what kind of night this had become.