Sometimes when you're at your most certain, that's when everything you know is wrong.

Blood City III: The Massacre. I'd read the summary of it online, and frankly, it sounded like the directors had just decided to film my life.

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

I still felt like I might hurl, and I thought about how awful that would be in midair.

Be calm. Be Zen. You are Buddha.

It was a little weird that they were friends. But then, maybe freaks just tended to find each other.

What happened to your tan?"--Fang "It was dirt." --Max