A boy and a girl, fated to rule all. Two will rise, and One will fall.
On the other hand, even a big, '80s love van was less noticeable than six flying kids and their talking dog. So there you go.
you...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!
happy all life for ever
Jeezum—humans were like eggshells.
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.