Love you more," I said playfully. "Not a chance," Xavier said, fully awake now. "I'm bigger, I can contain more love." "I'm smaller, therefore my love particles are more compressed, which means I can fit more in.

Nic's going to be an old maid," Michael said, giggling. "What?" she snapped. "How do you even know what that means? You're like, four years old." "Mommy said it," Michael answered. Bernie coughed, nearly choking on her food as Peter and Xavier laughed into their napkins.

There was an extensive collection of cookbooks in the well-stocked library, and he took to pouring over these in the evenings.

I prayed for all his dreams to come true. I prayed that I would always be able to connect with him--even if I was no longer on earth.

But I was wrong. I should have known it wasn't owver, couldn't be over quite easily. No sooner was Xavier out of sight than a little cylinder of paper fell from the top of my locker. As I unrolled it, I knew I'd see black calligraphy crawling across it like a spider. Dread settled around me like a fog as the words burned into my brain: The Lake of Fire awaits my lady

Don't knock finding nemo," Xavier teased, taking the DVD from my grasp. "It's a modern classic." "Is it seriously about fish?" "Yeah, but really cool fish.

Envy is a deadly sin!