I'd watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal - against normal, not beside it. Locks didn't cure; they strangled.
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 to provide the laugh track.
And a special thanks for not burning up the whole ship. Including yourself, you daft bum-rag.
At least one thing was consistent about her life: It just kept on getting more complicated.
Do you love him?" Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. "He makes me feel like that. Like flying.
I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.