Fang. I had to do some thinking about him.Me. I had some thinking to do about me too.
Fang! Angel? i yelled, not even trying for stealth. i was storming the castle, not stealing the jewels.
Fang snapped out his huge wings and shone the penlight under his chin so it raked his cheekbones and eyes. My mouth dropped open: He looked like the angel of death.
Everybody’s a critic these days.
Every journey begins with one step.
Egypt
E is definitely the biggest ERROR my mother has ever made—worse than the time she designed a litter-box-cleaning robot that flung clumps of kitty poop all over the house.
Don’t drive like you own the road; drive like you own the car.
Do you know how fast you were going?Fang looked at the speedometer...No, he said truthfully. I tagged you at seventy miles per hour,she said, pulling out a clipboard.I let out an impressed whistle. Ex...
Disappear where? You know what they say: Curiosity killed the mutant bird kid. But I couldn't help myself.
Cornwall,
Claire had a look on her face that I had learned to recognize. You wouldn’t call it smugness or self-importance; Claire didn’t run that way. It was more of a twinkle that read, I found something. Or m...
Choose now,' he spat, his eyes practically shooting sparks. 'Me or him.' 'Gosh, Fang, you romantic fool,' I said sarcastically. 'How incredibly sexist-pig of you.
Call me crazy, but there's just something cheering about seeing huge raptors tear into Eraser flesh.
But if I could do anything?Maybe you would want to be able to save the world, the Voice said. Did you ever think of that?No. I frowned. Leave that to the grown-ups.But grown-ups are the ones destroyin...
Boy, you just can’t kill people like you used to, said Fang.
Bizarre! That's the only word I can use to describe life sometimes. Just freaking bizarre.
Be a first-rate version of yourself and not a second-rate version of someone else.
Basically, I have two speeds.... Hostile or smart-aleck. Your choice.
BRAINSTORMING! Every night after dinner—which is usually something like tuna noodle casserole made with cream-of-wallpaper soup—I escape to the privacy of my bedroom.