Her only way home was to betray her friend.

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

That was one problem with dramatic exits: Sometimes they wound up making you look like a bubblehead.

Haven't you ever known someone rejected by a lover, who, consumed by rage and jealousy, never lets go? They look on from a distance, unseen but boiling inside. The emotion never seems to tire, this hatred mixed with intense obsession, even with a kind of twisted love.

Surely no one would ever use such a weapon against a city." "There are no limits in war," Volger said, still staring out the window.

Most men's awareness doesn't extend past their dinner plates.

Her only way home was to betray her friend.