Unfortunately, every time someone said “debriefing,” the entire flock had one image: someone’s tighty-whities disappearing in a flash. We were smothering our giggles, but it was getting harder. Coupled with the whole “naval this, and naval that,” with its undeniable belly-button connotations, we were essentially turning into a sugar-jacked, sleep-deprived flock of incoherent, silly, recombinant-DNA goofballs. This was not going to end well.

Life is such a miracle, a series of small miracles.It really is, if you learn how to look at it with the right perspective.

Pick a tree. I'll carve our initials into it." -Fang

Congratulations. The fact that you're reading this means you've taken one giant step closer to surviving until your next birthday.

why can't you just get out of here and leave me alone?"i bellowed. "i can't!" dylan shouted back,his face twisted with an anger i'd never seen from him. "you can,"i said through gritted teeth."just point your wings that way and flap!

Actually, I'd already briefed him, early this morning. Since we were up at six. Since, at six, the nurse had been overcome with the overwhelming compulsion to take Fang's temperature right then.

It was the building from the drawing in my brain. And if you don’t think that’s a weird sentence, maybe you should reread it.