Fang? Are you- like Max?" asked Dr. Martinez. "Nope,"he said, sounding bored. "I'm the smart one." I resisted the urge to kick him in the shin.

I have an idea. It’s risky, and Max will kill us when she finds out.” Iggy raised his head. “Sounds like my kind of idea.

Call me crazy, but there's just something cheering about seeing huge raptors tear into Eraser flesh.

I learnt to love reading. And then I started scribbling stories, and I liked that even more.

Don't depend on others to give you strength....Find it within yourself

"Hello, Max," he said quietly, searching my face. "How do you feel?" Which was a ten on the 'imbecilic question' scale of one to ten. "Why, I feel fine, Jeb," I said brightly. "How about you?" "Any nausea? Headache?" "Yep. And it's standing here talking to me."

I don't damsel well. Distress, I can do. Damseling? Not so much.