“now you gonna show me your hotshot pilots kills or what”

Koby flung himself through the entrance, grabbing goths

“he’d ushered her up onto her bed, whispering (just barley),”

“her fists still crashed down on withers die of her plate”

“she kept wiping her plasm on her pants”

this is not the novel you’re looking for

“he caught her in the crook of his arm as she shank the floor”