It's snowing...again.

Both of these take place during Behemoth, when Deryn and Alek are in Constantinople. The first one is pre-hotel/letter scene, but post-Deryn's big idea. The second one...any time after Alek escaped.

DISCLAIMER: I wanna read Goliath...

"I came here to help a revolution, not learn math!"

"Perhaps, but if you're going to stay in the Istanbul, which was once the height of math and science, you're going to learn." Lilit sighed and picked up her pencil. "So you see, if x equals 5, then y will be..."

Deryn groaned and attempted to decipher the mishmash of numbers and letters. "Um...er...is it...3?"

"No, you ninny, it's twelve. Let's try this one. If x plus y is 3, then..."

"What are you two doing?" Alek asked as he walked in. "Ah, algebra."

"I believe it's called al-jabr. Anyways, put your aristocracy to use and help your friend out."

"Hm...it's really quite simple, actually." He scribbled quickly on the paper, and handed it back to Deryn.

"So, you can do something other than fund a revolution, m?" Lilit gazed thoughtfully at him. As the two continued to chatter, Deryn began to wonder. What exactly was going on between the two of them?

Dr. Barlow briskly walked down the hallway and knocked on the door of Count Volger's stateroom.

"Enter," he called out. She opened the door to find him sitting by the window. "Ah, Dr. Barlow. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I've merely come for a visit. Are you being treated well?"

"Quite well indeed. Recently, I've been thinking about Alek." He shook his head. "I often wonder if my actions have had any influence on him at all. For goodness' sake, he's allied himself with anarchists!"

"I believe the proper term is revolutionaries." Dr. Barlow replied. "Anyways, do not fear. I believe Mr. Sharp will come through."

"Ah, yes, Mr. Sharp." Was she imagining it, or was there a sarcastic lilt to his voice?

"Do not underestimate him, Count," she retorted. "Although he's young, he certainly is capable of many things, and is an accomplished airman."

"It's not his youth I'm concerned about, more of his...reliability. While he was present on this airship, had you noticed anything odd about him?"

"About Mr. Sharp? Occasionally, but nothing much. Why?"

"Oh, nothing. When he returns, though, keep a close eye on him. You might notice the signs. Frankly, I'm surprised you haven't found out already. Good day to you." He bowed, and gestured for her to leave.

"I—yes, certainly." Dr. Barlow nodded and left, her mind racing. Oh, I have noticed the clues, Count. Not about Dylan, though, but about you.

Who doesn't love a bit of shipping, right? Other than Annie/Finnick from Hunger Games, Varlow is my OTP.

Go read the book Cloaked in Red by Vivian Vande Velde (I want those initials), it's hilarious! It's a series of short stories based on Little Red Riding Hood, and I couldn't stop laughing. If you haven't read it, well, what are you waiting for? GO!

Answer: Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment

Question: You all asked for a harder quote, so here ya go! "The school even had a Latin motto, Pergo et Perago, which sounded like the story of two Italian cannibals but actually meant 'I try and I achieve.'"