Hello, cell. How are you? Still dank and dirty? Me? I've taken up a new habit: talking to my cell. It's like talking to myself but slightly more pathetic.

It was one thing to snuggle a little when the world seemed about to end, and quite another to explain to her parents that she wanted to date an ancient magical horse.

An unread book does nobody any good. Stories happen in the mind of a reader, not among symbols printed on a page.

I guess Smart Seth is glad, he said reluctantly. But be careful. Idiot Seth is the guy to watch out for.

The comforts of life as a fugitive," Drake sighed. "Stumbling about in the dark without mounts.

You don't get it? He poisonded me! He poisonded me, and you're next. I'm going to die. We're all going to die." -Seth

Was life like that? You could look ahead to the future or back to the past, but the present moved too quickly to absorb.