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...
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...
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.)
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...
What happened to your tan?--FangIt was dirt. --Max
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...
That was the funniest thing I'd heard in days.You're kidding, right? PLEASE tell me you have a stronger motive for me than 'fair is fair.' Life isn't FAIR, Dean....Nothing is fair, EVER. That's the st...
I didn't know a van could go up on two wheels like that, for so long. -Nudge
Did you know that wasn’t me, the other Max? I asked.Yeah.When?Right away.How? I persisted. We look identical. She even had identical scars and scratches. She was wearing my clothes. How could you tell...
Don’t ever leave me again, I said in a tiny voice.I won’t, he promised into my hair, sounding most un-Fang-like. I won’t. Not ever.
Q: You'er presented with a smooth-faced, eight-foot-high wooden wall. Your objective? Get over it. To, like, save comrades or something. How to accomplish this?A: Take a running start, brace one foot...
Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder...
So the first thing we're gonna do, I told him, is push you off the roof.
I stood my ground. You evil scientist are all the same--evil. Count me out.Fang and I brushed past Mr. God and walked quickly but smoothly to the exit. It was barely noon, and I'd already made a huge...
Gazzy called over to me I can't see anything!
Fang felt a cold jolt, then dismissed it. Max wasn’t dead. He would know, somehow. He would have felt it. The world still felt the same to him; therefore, Max was still in it.