Sometimes it seems to me that that’s all my life has been, a series of things that I loved deeply that I could never have.

What's your angle?" I asked, trying to sound more playful than demanding. "Isosceles," Jack quipped.

And I have two eyes. I’ve seen that little melodrama play out between you and that other tracker. Fish? Flounder? What’s his name?

During our session, I told Tove about how I'd done mind-speak on Duncan, but it only worked when I was irritated. Using that logic,Tove spent most of the morning trying to irritate me into using it. Sometimes it worked, but most of the time I just got pointlessly annoyed.

That's kind of creepy.

If Peter Pan had been real, he would've gone mad and killed everyone in Neverland.

I’m not a bloody cockroach. What’s all this about? What are you trying to find out?