And over all those sleepy weeks, the dream always ended the same way, with the dragon coming for the princess saying the same words every time.... "Face it, Tally-wa, you're Special.

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You're splitting?" "No sh*it, Sherlock.

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splitting

Probably? So you're asking me to trust my life to steel wool and peanut butter?" "Poisoned peanut butter." "Cal, I don't care if it's nuclear peanut butter.

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wool nuclear peanut-butter

Alek said, "Do you think I'm being a fool?" "I think you're trying to do something good. But doing good is rarely easy, and no weapon has ever stopped a war.

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trying war thinking

You'd think that in a fight, NOT MOVING would be a bad habit!

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fighting moving thinking

Deryn felt brilliant, rising through the air at the center off everyone's attention, like an acrobat aloft on a swing. She wanted to make a speech: Hey, all you sods, I can fly and you can't! A natural airman, in case you haven't noticed. And in conclusion, I'd like to add that I'm a girl and you can all get stuffed!

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girl inspiration air

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

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he-makes-me-feel flying feels

"Clear-cutting" was the word for what the Rusties had done to the old forests: felling every tree, killing every living thing, turning entire countries into grazing land. Whole rain forests had been consumed, reduced from millions of interlocking species to a bunch of cows eating grass, a vast web of life traded for cheap hamburgers. "Look, we're not clear-cutting. All we're doing is pulling out the garbage that the Rusties left behind,” David said. "It just takes a little surgery to do it."

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cutting rain country

The Rusty Ruins were the remains of an old city, a hulking reminder of back when there'd been way too many people, and everyone was incredibly stupid. And ugly.

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cities stupid people

Once you told yourself a story enough times, it was so easy to keep on believing it.

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enough-time stories believe

She smiled, turning toward Alek. "You don't know what a friend you have in Dylan.

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dylan knows

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Once we turn, it’s new pretty, middle pretty, late pretty.” Shay dropped her arms, and her board stopped drifting. “Then dead pretty.

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The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit. Of course, Tally thought, you’d have to feed your cat only salmon-flavored cat food for a while, to get the pinks right.

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cat color summer

Tally wondered if you could talk somebody out of their brain damage.

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damage ifs brain

Sooner or later usually means too late

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late too-late mean

Left alone, human beings are a plague. They multiply relentlessly, consuming every resource, destroying everything they touch.

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left-alone destroying resources

Alek was right behind her now, his body pressing close as he adjusted her sword arm. She hadn't realized this fencing business would be so touchy. He grasped her waist, sending a crackle across her skin. If Alek moved his hands any higher, he might notice what was hidden beneath her careful tailoring. “Always keep sideways to your opponent,” he said, gently turning her. “That way, your chest presents the smallest possible target.” “Aye, the smallest possible target,” Deryn sighed. Her secret was safe, it seemed.

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skins secret hands

Typographical laziness was slowly destroying our culture, according to Lexa and her pals. Inexactitude was death.

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pals laziness culture

Tally turned away. Five minutes was suddenly too long to stand here, eyes burning, unable to cry.

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burning eye long

He squeezed her hand. "Then I'll come get you, wherever you are when it happens. We'll be okay." "But what about everybody else?" He stared out across the river, nodding slowly. "My guess is, everybody else is in big trouble.

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