Shay sometimes talked in a mysterious way, like she was quoting the lyrics of some band no one else listened to.

I kissed him once," she whispered. "Well done. What did he do?" "Um..." Deryn sighed. "He woke up.

Barking hard work, being a boy.

Your personality - the real you inside - was the price of beauty.

so pRetty i hAd to Eat hiM

Junkies might be easy to knock down, but they're never fragile. They have souls like old leather shoes studded with steel, and they're about as much good as friends.

You can't blame a match for a house made of straw, Alek.