Oh great. Yoda captured us.

Yeah, well, asparagus is good for me, but it still makes me want to throw up.

You know, when you're right, that's all you get to be.

I don't think of myself as a writer.

I flipped down the visor so I could check myself in the mirror, and something small and heavy dropped into my lap. I froze, my breath stuck in my throat. What—? Gingerly, I looked down. It wasn’t a grenade. It was a key ring. One key was for this van. I looked at it blankly. “Well, that’ll simplify things,” Fang said.

I tried to shake some water off. "I got a message from Angel,"i said, scanning the tunnel."She says there's massive danger down here,something too big for us to fix or deal with." "So of course you immediately came down.

Six Seconds should be Rick Mofina's breakout thriller. It moves like a tornado.