If you thought eighth grade was tough, try it with fangs and a fear of garlic.

Vlad twisted his wrist, pinching his fingers together, spinning the bronze coin on the table. When it fell, he picked it up and did it again, counting. Thirty-two times it had fallen Slayer Society up. Twenty-two times it was down.

Because teachers, no matter how kind, no matter how friendly, are sadistic and evil to the core.

What are we going to blow up?" Morgan sighed happily and slapped joss on the back. " Kid... you just said my seven favorite words.

Funny how mishearing things-or not hearing them at all-can really screw things up

Sometimes you have to be alone to think, and sometimes the best place for thinking isn't home.

Could you get O positive this time? That's my favorite.