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… — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share Image
“She thought of the orchids spreading across the plains below, choking the life out of the other plants, out of the soil itself, selfish… — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share
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… — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share
High school wasn't a trial by fire or some ordeal that had to be survived. It was all a big joke. You just had… — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share
And you've actually watched it yourself?' I asked. 'Willingly?' Sure. I had to see it, you know? Besides we should be safe. Only one… — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share
“Sure, zombies can “be a metaphor.” They can represent the oppressed, as in Land of the Dead, or humanity’s feral nature, as in 28… — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share
“You don't look very happy." Tally tried to smile. David had shared his biggest secret with her; she should tell him hers. But she… — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share
“Weird, even for one of us. Or maybe she's worse." "Worse how?" "Normal.” — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share
Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "make me pretty. — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share
Out here, you find out that the city fools you about how things really work. — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share
“Growing up like rewriting is simply admitting how clueless you were not so long ago.” — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share
“The beauty of the world…has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. —Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own… — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share
