I'd watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal - against normal, not beside it. Locks didn't cure; they strangled.

It doesn't take much convincing to make someone believe they're better than everyone else.

In a world of extreme beauty, anyone normal is ugly.

I guess sometimes you have to lie to find the truth.

Money's the same, whoever gives it to you. That was the point of money, after all: crisp and clean or wrinkled or disintegrated into quarters - a dollar was always worth a hundred cents.

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

Tally wondered if you could talk somebody out of their brain damage.