Maybe she still was a pretty-head, making up irrational stories about the empty forest. The longer she stayed alone out here, the more Tally understood why the Rusties and their predecessors had believed in invisible beings, praying to placate spirits… — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share Image
“Maybe the natural world wasn't so jaw-droppingly horrible, appaling, nasty, vile. Sometimes nature could be quite sweet, really, as delicate as a confused and horny butterfly.” — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Weird, even for one of us. Or maybe she's worse." "Worse how?" "Normal.” — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share Image
Tally smiled. At least she was causing trouble to the end. "I'm Tally Youngblood," she said. "make me pretty. — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share Image
Out here, you find out that the city fools you about how things really work. — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share Image
