Dead Max was the biggest oxymoron in history.

While carefully synchronizing our wings-they almost touched-Fang leaned in,gently put one hand behind my neck and kissed me.It was just about close to heaven i'll ever get,I guess.I closed my eyes,lost in the feeling of flying and kissing and being with the one person in the world I completely ,utterly trusted.

I offered to pee on him, but they said no

But what is life if you don't live it?

I love you Max,"Fang said..."God, Max I love you so much." I know. I thought. I've always known

One of the nice things about books as opposed to television and movies to some extent is it's not a passive entertainment. People really do get involved, and they do create, and they do have their own visions of what different characters look like and what should happen. It's great - it means their brains are working.

Fang, fang. I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much!