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402 pages, Hardcover
First published July 26, 2018
“Metal or meat. Blood or current. Everyone deserves a choice.”
“They used to call it Kalifornya, but now they called it Dregs.”
“Two lives, colliding like stars inside her mind. The life she knew—the life of Evie Carpenter. Domefighter. Top-tier botdoc. A skinny little scavvergirl eking out a living on the island of Dregs. And someone else. Another girl entirely.”
“I don’t care who’s after you. Where you’re from or where you’re going. It’s you, me, Crick and Kaiser. No matter what. Rule Number One in the Scrap, remember? Stronger together, together forever.”
“If he wasn’t a real person, why does this hurt so badly?”
“He gave us life, but he intended us to live it on our knees.”
“Look outside that door, and you will see a world built on metal backs. Held together by metal hands.”
“It’s simple to love someone on the days that are easy. But you find out what your love is made of on the days that are hard.”
“Your past doesn’t make calls on your future. It doesn’t matter who you were. Only who you are.”
“Look outside that door, and you will see a world built on metal backs. Held together by metal hands. And one day, those hands will close. And they will become fists.”
Rule Number Three in the Scrap: Carry the biggest stick.
“The thought of lighting things on fire does unhealthy things to him.”
She didn’t want to die here. She hadn’t liked it much the first time.
This is not the end of me.
This is just one more enemy.
Your father gave me life. But you were the one who made me live.
“Of all the mistakes I made, I think you were my favorite,” she whispered.
“Lawbreaker,” Lemon smirked. “Always had a thing for the badboys.”
“Put it back in your pants, Miss Fresh,” Cricket growled.
“What good will it do me in there?”
“Will you shut up?” Ezekiel bellowed.
“Right after you pucker up and kiss my shiny metal man parts!”
“You got no man parts, Crick!” Ana yelled. “Shiny or otherwise!”
“Look outside that door, and you will see a world built on metal backs. Held together by metal hands. And one day, those hands will close, Ana. And they will become fists.”
"Your past doesn't make calls on your future. It doesn't matter who you were. Only who you are."
When the ash rose up to choke me, it was thoughts of you that helped me breathe.
When the night seemed never ending, it was dreams of you that helped me sleep.