But it wasn’t any of those reasons that had set her on this course, Deryn knew. Alek was here in the city and needed help. Perhaps it was daft to risk everything for some barking prince, a boy who did...
Blurbs don’t work anymore! was another. You should make sure that the quotable lines of dialogue in your book never exceed a hundred and forty characters! seemed at best debatable.
At least one thing was consistent about her life: It just kept on getting more complicated.
As the serpentine expanse of glass drew open, the city seemed to wrap around them: rooftop gardens with stunted trees in pots, water towers like chunky flying saucers, the spires of distant skyscraper...
As a bio major, I figured free will meant chemicals in your brain telling you what to do, the molecules bouncing around in a way that felt like choosing but was actually the dance of little gears--neu...
And here's what I realized: You Sly Girls don't cry when you watch the big-face parties on the feeds, just because you weren't invited. You don't stay friends with people you hate, just to bump your f...
That was what kept the world interesting...reality had no gears, and you never knew what surprises would come spinning out of its chaos.
Pero siempre se corre un riesgo cuando uno... besa a alguien nuevo
T)he real world worked differently than stories. In a novel you always knew the moment when something Happened, when someone Changed. But real life was full of gradual, piecemeal, continuous transform...
«Be', potete anche non crederci, ma la gente si metteva davvero in maschera», rispose Rex. «Ma il rituale più importante consisteva nell'accendere dei falò. Bruciavano tutto quello che potevano, persi...
«Aspettate un attimo!», esclamò all'improvviso Melissa. «Sta finendo». Rex prese di scatto il foglio e lo tolse dal tavolo. «Preparatevi.» Jonathan si fissò con forza sulla sedia. Melissa si fiorò di...
You don't believe all that crap, do you - that there's one way to look, and everyone is programmed to agree on it?
Would the hydrogen catch fire? Alek grasped the edge of the window, hardly feeling the broken glass against his palms. Deryn he sobbed. Anything but this.
When you get your author’s photo taken, be sure not to touch your face. Why would I do that? It’s a mystery, but quite common. You must have seen this one. Oscar struck a brooding pose, his fist benea...
What about a hoverboard?It's waiting on the roof, of course. Dr. Cable snorted. What is it about you miscreants and those things?
The thought of publishing—of the whole world reading Afterworlds—had always made Darcy feel naked and exposed, but loving had left her skinless.
The sight of Ethan - of Scam, since this was a mission - sent a trickle of annoyance down Crash's spine. Not like all the little itches of tech, just the ever-present need to punch him in the face.
The beauty of the world . . . has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. —Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own
Right, and things were so great back when everyone was ugly. Or did you miss that day in school? Yeah, yeah, I know, Shay recited. Everyone judged everyone else based on their appearance. People who w...
Never happens. I’ve spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.