I hate you!” I screamed at Fang. Tucking my wings in, I aimed downward, diving toward the ground at more than two hundred miles an hour. “No you dooonnn’t!” Fang’s voice spiraled away into nothingness, far above me. Inside my head, almost drowned out by the roar of wind rushing by my ears, I heard the Voice make a tsking sound. You guys are crazy about each other, it said.
James PattersonOkay, that so did me in. Mr. Rock being all emotional? Expressing his feelings?" p. 12
James PattersonYes. I owed my life, Angel's life, and my mother's life to a mutant's ability to create industrial-strength snot.
James Patterson