fic: airborn

“I wanted to kiss her some more. I don’t know why, for there could be no less suitable time. Maybe it was pure relief that we were alive and away from the pirates. Maybe it was jealousy, because she and Bruce had seemed to get along so well. Mostly it was just because I wanted to, had wanted to for days." 

matt cruse, airborn. 

why Kate de Vries is a great character

• “We have no way of knowing whether it’s a he or a she. But of course we just call it ‘him.’ Just another big important male of the species.”

• “Men always think they’re more deserving than women.”

• “When a man’s determined it’s wonderful, but if it’s a woman it’s horrid and unattractive.”

• “All we want is the right to vote, Matt, same as men. But they won’t listen to us, so we have to make ourselves heard.”

• “I’m a girl, and girls don’t get choices. No one’s going to give me a chance unless I force them to.”

The sky pulsed with stars. Some people say it makes them lonesome when they stare up at the night sky. I can’t imagine why. There’s no shortage of company. By now there’s not a constellation I can’t name. Orion. Lupus. Serpens. Hercules. Draco. My father taught me all their stories. So when I look up I see a galaxy of adventures and heroes and villains, all jostling together and trying to outdo one another, and I sometimes want to tell them to hush up and not distract me with their chatter. I’ve glimpsed all the stars ever discovered by astronomers, and plenty that haven’t been. There are the planets to look at too, depending on the time of year. Venus. Mercury. Mars. And don’t forget Old Man Moon. I know every crease and pockmark on that face of his.
—  Matt Cruse (Airborn, by Kenneth Oppel)