Well, it seems to me that there are books that tell stories, and then there are books that tell truths.. The first kind, they show you life like you want it to be. With villains getting what they deserve and the hero seeing what a fool he's been and marrying the heroine and happy endings and all that.. But the second kind, they show you life more like it is.. The first kind makes you cheerful and contented, but the second kind shakes you up.
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. Off came the goggles, and I was looking at the beaming face of Kate de Vries.