What is this place? Hogwarts? -- Alex Rider

He hadn't done anything. He hadn't needed to. Just being there was enough.

He didn't want to remember anymore. remembering only hurt him... everytime.

The platform underneath the balloon fell on her as she was trying to escape," she explained. "She was crushed." "I'd have been disappointed too.

She tried to smile sympathetically, but with her face it wasn't quite possible.

There's a dream world that we visit sometimes and that's how we found out who we are.

I have a couple of questions," he said. "Do, please, go ahead." "My first one is for Yassen Gregorovich." He turned to the Russian. "Why are you working for this lunatic?" "I sometimes think that I was richer when I was eight years old than most people will be in their lifetime!" "Do we have to listen to this?" Alex asked.