Just go with it', he thought. 'You won't figure out anything if you give in to fear'.

He didn't have a single clue what was going on with these two strangers, but every instinct told him Master George equaled good, Mistress Jane equaled bald- he blinked-uh, bad.

I don't think anything's more rewarding than hearing that you've helped someone gain a love of reading.

But there was something about the largest object in the solar system vanishing that tended to disrupt normal schedules.

What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?

It's kind of hard to ask a dead guy what he did wrong.

Thomas jabbed a thumb over his shoulder and raised his eyebrows. "You met our new friend?" Miho responded, a smirk flashing across his face. "Real piece of work, this guy. I gotta get me one of those shuck suits. Fancy stuff." "Am I awake?" Thomas asked. "You're awake. Now eat—you look horrible. Almost as bad as Rat Man over there, reading his book.