When jumping is the sole option, you jump, and try to make it work.

Adamant," Doren said proudly, handing over the shield. "We fished it out of the tar pit where we found the shirt of mail." "Probably all belonged to the same careless adventurer," Newel speculated. "Too much money, not enough talent.

Want a reliable road to emotional and spiritual suicide? Spend your life trying to fit in.

I blush to think of her beholding my work," Verl confessed. So do we," Newel assured him.

He's stubborn," Tux warned in a singsong tone. "Stay out of this," Mark spat. "And touchy," Tux added.

She refused to think of Neil, brave and quiet, whose reward for a heroic rescue was to be slowly devoured by strange cave balloons.

Fablehaven's awesome!!so is the candy shop war!