What has three heads, six arms, and half a brain?" Three asked. One and Two answered in unison. "Nate Sutter.

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

Could you just call me Pigeon?” he asked the teacher when she read his name. “Does your mother call you Pigeon?” “No.” “Then to me you are Paul.” ... “Nathan Sutter,” the teacher read. “My mother never calls me Nathan.” “Is it Nate?” “She calls me Honeylips.

That was cool.' You're psychotic.

There are no insect eggs in my food.” Mrs. White reiterated. You should use that in your advertising,” Nate suggested.

We all posses different gifts and abilities. How we use those gifts determines who we are.

Luck has a way of evaporating when you lean on it.