Do you love him?” Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. “He makes me feel like that. Like flying.”“Then, you have to tell him.”“I told you, I kissed him!”“It’s hardly the same. I kissed you, after all. That wasn’t love, Mr. Sharp.”“Aye, and what exactly was it?”“Curiosity.” Limit smiled. “And as I said, you’re quite a dashing boy.”“But I’m pretty sure Alex doesn’t want a dashing boy!”“You can’t be sure until you ask.” Deryn shook her head. “You were raised to throw bombs. I wasn’t.”“Were you raised to wear trousers and be a soldier?
— Scott Westerfeld
Goliath
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