None of us gets to choose how we're born, it's what we make of ourselves afterwards.
IMBECILE!" the chef shouted. "Next time why don't you just put your whole HAND in the food, hey? Yes, your whole hand, or maybe your FACE! I arrange the food on plates with care, are you understanding what I am telling you? It is part of the art form...
You flatter me shamelessly. I like it. Good.
I took [Kate's] hand in mine, and felt her fingers squeeze back. And I thought: home. It took me completely by surprise. But I suppose that once you bid farewell to your first home, you're always looking for another—that place where you can feel ha...
I prefer the word aviatrix. It has more zing to it." "It's very zingy," I agreed.
You've no fear of heights," puffed the girl. "None," I said. "I've heard that about you.
I raised my hands, trying to shush her. "Don't shush me," she said, eyes blazing. "I hate being shushed.
Everyone watched, wondering if this could be the same lunatic who'd nearly berthed his ornithopter in the restaurant. I swallowed, for it seemed he was headed straight for my table. He pulled off his helmet and a mass of dark auburn hair spilled out....
I had no idea there'd be so many Sherpas aboard!" exclaimed Miss Simpkins. "I'm not a Sherpa," Nadira said. "I'm a " "Oh, my goodness!" said the chaperone.
This way," she said, veering toward the roof's edge. "Can you jump?" "Oh, I can jump!" "Then
I stared at Kate in disbelief. "I know, I know," she said, walking toward me, hands raised as if to calm a dangerous beast. "She's not coming," I said. "She's coming." "She can't." "She's coming.
I could not help staring back, for they made quite a contrast: Kate's pale skin and elegant purple suit, Nadira's dusky skin and exotic fiery sari. "Do we clash?" Nadira said dryly. "We certainly do," said Kate. "Would you like me to move?" "Don't tr...
