Mr. Solomon was right the worst kind of torture is watching someone you love get hurt.
And that's how the Peacock saved the Chameleon
Tell me Zach.โ I donโt know if it was the wind or the adrenaline, but I shivered. โAnd donโt lie to me.
I always finish what i start
If he'd looked like a cross between Mr. Clooney and, say, one of the hobbits, I probably would have been far more capable of coherent thought.
Go to bed, Cammie,โ my aunt ordered, sounding exactly like my mother. โNo,โ I said, sounding exactly like my aunt.