I was looking for Simon. " Jordan squinted at her. "It's two in the morning. " She shrugged. "He's a vampire. " "But I'm not.
I don't like to think of it as 'stolen'. They have no proof that I didn't plan on giving it back. " "You're kidding, right?" He shrugged. "You have no proof either. " She squinted back at him. "Were you planning on giving it back?" "Maybe. " An orange light blinked on in the corner of Cinder's vision-her cyborg programming picking up on the lie.
Like Semmering Academy, the Grove School was a Gothic pile of bricks run by 1950s-era chalk drones, which maintained its cultural viability by perpetuating a weirdly seductive anxiety throughout its community. Mary herself was a victim of the seduction; despite the trying and repetitive emotional requirements of her job, she remained eternally fascinated by the wicker-thin girls and their wicker-thin mothers, all of them favoring dark wool skirts and macintoshes and unreadably far-away expressions; if she squinted, they could have emerged intact from any of the last seven decades.
She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was as though her eyes were shattered prisms, the dots of blue and gray and green like broken bits of sparkle.
Billy squinted at me. "Why are you letting them go?" "Because they're real. " "How do you know?" "The one I was holding crapped on my hand.
I remember a time at Yale when my work was being critiqued by Paul Rand. Mr. Rand told me only to use Helvetica as a display face never in text, then he squinted, leaned in, and whispered in my ear, "because Helvetica looks like dogshit in text".
Riley squinted. He ran his fingers along my neck. When he found the collar he explored the surface and tried to tug it. "No seams. It doesn't fell like metal. The colour is amazing". "Why?" (Trella) "It blends in. It matches your skin. Didn't you know?" (Riley) "No mirrors in my cell. " (Trella) He gasped with mock horror. "So cruel! How did you ever survive?" (Riley)
