“I'm way hot," he muttered. "But I don't feel sick. Just — way hot."Fang”

“I'm way hot," he muttered. "But I don't feel sick. Just — way hot."Fang”

“If I could split myself into five people, I would still be behind on my writing schedule. I see now why James Patterson cloned himself so many times.”

“People want us, or want us dead, because of what we are, not who we are. It's hard.~Angel”

“People want us, or want us dead, because of what we are, not who we are. It's hard.”

“I don't care if we have our house, or a cliff ledge, or a cardboard box. Home is wherever we all are, together,”

“Yeah, and so Max and Dylan are supposed to, like, go to Germany and have kids together," I heard Gazzy say. My eyes popped open and I bolted upright."What?" Fang said, his voice icy."Gazzy!" I yelled.Wide blue eyes looked at me in surprise, then back at Fang's stoic face. "Oh. Was I not supposed to say anything?" Gazzy asked.”

“Sometimes I look at you and I just can't believe you're mine”

“And Flock Rule Number Two is, Don't argue with Max or you'll live to regret it." I spun and stomped out to the clearing, turning back for one last jab at Dylan. "And by the way, you clearly DON'T know me better than Fang does. Do you see Fang arguing with me? No, you do not."Fang rolled his eyes.”

“Now, Max, I think we both know your parents aren't missionaries."I opened my eyes wide. "No? Well, for God's sake, don't tell them. They'd be crushed. Thinking they're doing the Lord's work and all.”

“I don't damsel well. Distress, I can do. Damseling? Not so much.”

“Life is hard, and a lot of people come home tired from work. If they're gonna spend half an hour reading, they want some entertainment and a sense of achievement. So that's what I give them. That's all I'm trying to do. Is that really so wrong?”