Oz thinks I'm beautiful," she whispered to the stars.

Fang and I searched in every way we could think of and found a million institutes of one kind or another, in Manhattan and throughout New York state, but none of them seemed promising. My favorite? The Institute for Realizing Your Pet's Inner Potential. Anyone who can explain that to me, drop a line.

Now, Max, I think we both know your parents aren't missionaries." I opened my eyes wide. "No? Well, for God's sake, don't tell them. They'd be crushed. Thinking they're doing the Lord's work and all.

Fang! Angel?" i yelled, not even trying for stealth. i was storming the castle, not stealing the jewels.

Fang was going to kill me. And after I was dead, he would kill me again.

What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and world destruction?

I shot him the bird. (Get it? I shot him the—never mind.)