You look beautiful and tragic, just the way a heroine should on the eve of battle. Like Joan of Arc in her silver armor.

“Wait--we have one left," the runner said, bringing out what was surely the most…”

“Schuyler kept count, thinking that maybe once she hit a magical number, it woul…”

“Tonight the world is yours, as am I.”

“She didn't want Jack to be with her only because he couldn't be with the person…”