But you weren't born expecting that kind of beauty in everyone, all the time. You just got programmed into thinking anything else is ugly.

Maybe this was how you stayed sane in wartime: a handful of noble deeds amid the chaos.

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.

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

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

Suddenly a pair of searchlights lanced out from the frigate. They swept across the dark expanse - bright knives slicing the night into pieces.

Alek said, "Do you think I'm being a fool?" "I think you're trying to do something good. But doing good is rarely easy, and no weapon has ever stopped a war.