She thought of the orchids spreading across the plains below, choking the life out of other plants, out of the soil itself, selfish and unstoppable. Tally Youngblood was a weed. And, unlike the orchids, she wasn't even a pretty one.

I love you all. But it's time to say good-bye, for now. be careful with the world, or the next time we meet, it might get ugly. -Tally Youngblood

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

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

Tally, do you ever suffer from sudden flashes of anger or euphoria, countersocial impulses, or feelings of superiority?

It's amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.

What about a hoverboard?" "It's waiting on the roof, of course." Dr. Cable snorted. "What is it about you miscreants and those things?