You fiddle lucker!' she cried.

She wasn't here to gawk. She was an infiltrator, a sneak, an ugly. And she had a mission.

Nature didn't need an operation to be beautiful. It just was.

It's not the traveling that takes courage Tally. I've done much longer trips on my own. It's leaving home.

Didn't this beat everything? A pretty and an ugly taking a stroll together. The warden came closer, confusion all over his middle-pretty face. Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "Make me pretty.

it's not called the Rusty Ruins because some guy called Rusty found them.

Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.