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

And here in America rival newspapermen attack each other on sight?

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

That's how things were out here in the wild, she was learning. Dangerous or beautiful. Or both.

Okay... That's still blind-making.

Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "make me pretty.

Around the outskirts of the city, cut off from town by the black oval of the river, everything was in darkness. Everyone ugly was in bed by now.