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If any of it was real . . . Sorrow crept over her, wrapping her up like a blanket. Her feelings for him had been real. They were still real. But . . . evidently, not real enough.
Nova swallowed. “It was real, ” she whispered. “I hope you know that.” He watched her, unflinching, expressionless. Finally, he said, “I wish I could believe that, Nova. But we both know it’s just one more lie.”
“Go ahead and execute Ace Anarchy, if you really think it’s going to make a difference, killing a weak, defenseless old man all for the sake of your popularity ratings.
Not her metal face mask, but one that was similar enough that it immediately set her palms to sweating, and her mind returning to that refrain—It’s a trap! She wondered how much Adrian must hate her to have agreed to be part of such a cruel ambush.
gaped at him, feeling mildly insulted. They thought Narcissa Cronin was Nightmare? She’d seen the girl fight, and it wasn’t exactly impressive.
All she cared about was conveying in this moment, with this kiss, what she might never have another chance to say. This was real. In spite of everything, her feelings for Adrian Everhart were real, and she was going to keep this moment pinned inside her heart for the rest of her life. No matter what the future held, she would cherish this kiss, and his words, forever.
When the simple fact that we are prodigies who aren’t Renegades automatically makes us suspect.” “Makes us suspect, and makes us a target,
“We take the blame for everything that goes wrong in this city. All so the Renegades can go on pretending to be big and honorable. ‘Look, we caught another prodigy, one who robbed a convenience store six years ago! Don’t you feel safe now?’ It’s prejudice, every bit as much as the people who used to stone us for being demons.”
“Yeah, I am afraid that I’m going to fail again, ” she said, still peering into the nothingness of Phobia’s face. “But one cannot be brave who has no fear.”
“If his heartbroken tears fall on my chicken pesto deluxe, I’m blaming you! I don’t like salty pizza!”
Turbo stood, watching Max with its black eyes. It made another sound—this one a pathetic mewl—and slowly reached forward one little claw, stretching the tiny needle-like talon forward until it barely tapped the end of Max’s nose. Then, like watching a wind-up toy as it finally wound down, the little dinosaur grew still.
you have to be quick once you’re in.” Narcissa appeared thoroughly unimpressed. “And here I was hoping to get some quality reading time while I was there.”
“He created Phobia, ”
“He created the monster that killed his mother.”
They were crafted from the same raw material, taken from the same source.”
I once destroyed a world order in which prodigies were condemned and persecuted by those who feared us, those who could not appreciate our potential. And now . . .” He faced the Captain. “Now we are condemned and persecuted by our own.
