I took a rant-sized breath.

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.

What you do, the way you think, makes you beautiful.

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

What if destiny doesn't care?