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

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

And here in America rival newspapermen attack each other on sight?

Did you really think I was too fragile to know what Deryn was?"

"Fragile?" Volger looked about. "I hadn't thought so, but now I find you brooding in a bathroom. This doesn't speak well of your sturdiness.

I'm a girl."
When Deryn opened her eyes, the lady boffin was staring at her with no change of expression.
"Indeed," she said.
Deryn's mouth feel open. "You mean you...Did you barking know?"
"I had no idea at all. But I make it a policy never to appear surprised." Dr. Barlow sighed, staring out the window. "Though on this occasion, it is proving rather more demanding than usual. A girl, you say? And you're quite certain?

What if destiny doesn't care?