I won’t lie to you—it was hilarious. Yes, we were in trouble, yes, this was a disaster, and so one and so forth, but I have to say, seeing those upturned faces, the looks, was bout the best thing that happened to us since we’d come to New York.

Fang? Are you- like Max?" asked Dr. Martinez. "Nope,"he said, sounding bored. "I'm the smart one." I resisted the urge to kick him in the shin.

Fang felt a cold jolt, then dismissed it. Max wasn’t dead. He would know, somehow. He would have felt it. The world still felt the same to him; therefore, Max was still in it.

There's a saying I remember from my grandmother: One today is worth two tomorrows.

I wouldn’t trust you if you were the last life raft leaving the Titanic.”-max

Maybe he was a good a good whitecoat—like Jeb. And maybe the moon was made of cream cheese.

Stop trying to write sentences and start trying to write stories.