Not saving you from this storm, mutant,” he said. “Saving you for your later fate, we are.” His voice was weirdly inflected and metallic, like an automated answering machine. “Oh, good. Yoda captured us,” Fang whispered.

Oh great. Yoda captured us.

Jane-Sweetie, we've talked about your weight-" my mother began. I'm only eight years old," I said. "How about I promise to be anorexic later?

Gazzy: "Just Ten?" Angel: "No." Gazzy: "Five?" Angel: "No.

Love between two people can last a long time if the people love themselves some, and are ready to give love to another person.

Yes. I owed my life, Angel's life, and my mother's life to a mutant's ability to create industrial-strength snot.

She didn't flirt with him, but they hung out together a lot, and every time I saw their heads bent over a computer screen or map, it made my stomach clench. And my teeth. And my fists.