"Like, if you're going to make a decision about me and my life for my own good without consulting me, I'd better be dying and unconscious, and you'd better be following carefully written instructions." Chapter 2, p. 8.

"Ah, the good old days, when we were running for our lives, eating out of Dumpsters, getting into life-or-death battles on a regular basis, unable to trust anyone . . ." Chapter 5, p. 17.

"The flock and I had been created in just such a lab, a nightmarish place called the School, where another way to say 'dedicated men and women of science' was 'power hungry mad-scientists with Frankenstein complexes.'" Chapter 6, p. 23.

"There's something about flying that helps clear the cobwebs from my mind, puts everything into perspective, and makes me feel strong and powerful." Chapter 11, p. 38.

"I'd thought genetic mistakes were the height of horribleness. I hadn't realized that genetic "successes" like these 'noids...