Max-I'm not going to die today.
you're a diabolical little pyro, aren't you? He blushed modestly.
It was the building from the drawing in my brain. And if you don’t think that’s a weird sentence, maybe you should reread it.
You're lying through your fangs," Iggy accused. Fang tried to play innocent--but "innocent Fang" is an oxymoron, so it didn't work.
I don't know why, but life is usually more complicated than the plans that we make.
Like a good song, life has verses, the goliards had taught me. Each verse has to be sung. It takes all of them to make a song. It is the entire chanson you name, but when you think of it, when you smile, it is a favorite verse that delights your ears.