She’s a lunatic,” says Conrad.
“Absolutely insane,” says Guntram.
“Either completely fearless or utterly stupid,” says Conrad.
“She’s going to fit right in,” says Guntram.

Her heartbeat picks up, her pulse fluttering through her neck and wrists. She loves this part, loves the moment before she pulls off a job—the heat, the cold, the rush. It’s terrifying and delicious, like teetering out over the edge of a building, her fingers tight on the safety railing. She can see how everything could go horribly wrong, but that rational part of her is tamped down, silenced by the beauty of the fall.

I don't want to die without telling you that I love you," Everett's voice was a faint, wavering whisper, and his lips swollen and bloodied. "I always have.

I look forward to the invention of faster-than-light travel. What I'm not looking forward to is the long wait in the dark once I arrive at my destination.

How did you not know they broke up? You usually monitor his social media like he's al-Qaeda and you're the CIA.

Hobey-Ho, let's go.