So the first thing we're gonna do, I told him, is push you off the roof.
He could totally be your boyfriend, [Angel] went on with annoying persistance. You guys could get married. I could be like a junior bridesmaid. Total could be your flower dog.I'm only a kid! I shrieke...
I want to do it too! (sitting motionless)Nudge: Nope, you stand out like a fart in a church.Max: (muttering) Appropriately enough.Iggy: What about me? (stands still)Max: No, you're visible.Iggy: Am no...
You looove me. (holds out arms) You love me this much.
We'll, that's an evil smile...
Who, last time I'd checked, was still on our official archenemy list. (Yes, we have to keep a list. It's kind of sad.)
What happened to your tan?--FangIt was dirt. --Max
Listen, street punk. You're a guy, and you're a couple inches taller, and maybe forty pounds heavier, and ooh, you're in a gang. But I've survived ten years of Catholic school, and I will cut you off...
Some kids get called 'bundles of joy' or 'slices of heaven' or 'dreams come true.' We got 'the fifty-fourth generation of DNA experiments.' Doesn't have the same warm and fuzzy feel. But maybe I'm ove...
We will destroy you, the Flyboys droned. You have no escape. That was the most imaginative, threatening thing the whitecoats had programmed these ’droids to say? Talk about lame, Fang muttered.
There was something I needed to say. Sorry. About before.Fang shot a sideways glance at me, his eyes dark and inscrutable, as always. He looked back out at the water. I didn’t expect any more acknowle...