Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.
Sometimes, the hardest thing was doing nothing.
Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.
I love my virginity to the apocalypse.
At least one thing was consistent about her life: It just kept on getting more complicated.
Maybe they didn't want you to realize that every civilization has its weakness. There's always one thing we depend on. And if someone takes it away all that's left is some story in a history class.