He's gonna be fine," I confirmed. Can we see him?" Iggy asked. Ig, I hate to break it to you, but you're blind.
I write larger than life. It's what I do.
I'm way hot," he muttered. "But I don't feel sick. Just — way hot." Fang
Reading is not work, not a chore, not a drudgery; reading is the most joyful thing, yet, in the world.
Honesty is always good, except when it's better to lie.
Not saving you from this storm, mutant,” he said. “Saving you for your later fate, we are.” His voice was weirdly inflected and metallic, like an automated answering machine. “Oh, good. Yoda captured us,” Fang whispered.