I blame Jeb for letting you be such a smart aleck.” I stared at her. “I blame you for altering my DNA! I mean, I have wings, lady! What were you thinking?

A lot of times you get people writing wonderful sentences and paragraphs, and they fall in love with their prose style, but the stories really aren't that terrific.

It is my time. The time of maximum ride.

I hoped I wasn't actually dead. That would make finding our parents and saving the world really hard.

For example, you go to Fuji, and there are no animal attacks. Why? And I think that gets you into the world of "The Walking Dead" or "Lost." Humans start doing some weird stuff.

Keep this in mind: there are no coincidences.

We try not to encourage demonstrations of his mastery of the gaseous arts.