Keep this in mind: there are no coincidences.

I muttered a swear word to myself. After I heard Angel cussing like a sailor when she stubbed her toe, my new resolution was to watch my language. All I needed was a six-year-old mutant with a potty mouth

Jackpot, Max! Jackpot!" It was Fang and he was giggling hysterically. For those of you just joining us, Fang doesn't giggle, esspecially hysterically.

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

Besides my great fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.

Listen up,” I said urgently. “It’s time to round up your gear. I’m gonna check in with Patrick, and then we’re getting the flock out of here.” Ha-ha.

Here's a freebie: Don't play poker with a kid who can read minds.