There was an abyss opening up between them, cutting through whatever they’d shared on the train.

Her eyes widen and she shoves me back and then there's a space between us, enough to paralyze me with all of the things I could do to her next. I could raise my hand and hit her in the face or bring my knee into her stomach, take a fistful of her hair and rip it out of her skull. You don't get to do this when you're a girl, so when the opportunity for violence finally presents itself, I want all of it at once.

It's a terrible shame he's a Renegade, isn't it? Otherwise, you could have asked him to stay for dinner.

What came to mind was a dinosaur. A tiny velociraptor, no bigger than her thumb.
Relatively small, bur surprisingly ferocious.
When the hasty drawing was finished, he looked into Nova's face, but she was staring at the creature inked onto her palm. "He's adorable," she murmured.
He swallowed. "Here we go," he said swirling the pad of his finger over the drawing.
The creature roared to life...

I'll fight the Gargoyle.

She's one of us now, whether she likes it or not.