Glaring at the Gasman, ter Borcht said, “Your time is coming to an end, you pathetic failure of an experiment. Vhat you say now is how you vill be remembered.” Gazzy’s blue eyes flashed. “Then you can remember me telling you to kiss my-” “Enough!” ter Borcht said.

Jeb climbed the ladder Fang had just lowered and I indulged in a moments fantasy about someone slamming the trapdoor on his head.”-max

I learnt to love reading. And then I started scribbling stories, and I liked that even more.

Can you giggle while racing for your life and protecting a six-year-old? I can.

This time I wouldn't forget him, because I couldn't ever forgive him - for breaking my heart twice.

I'm way hot," he muttered. "But I don't feel sick. Just — way hot." Fang

Why aren't crazy people content to take over, like, one town? It always has to be the whole word. They can't just control maybe twenty people. The have to control everyone. The can't just be stinking rich. The can't just do genetic experiments on a couple unlucky few. They have to put something in the water. In the air. To get everyone. I was tired of all of it.