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.

Great, they give blind kids guns," I said, trying to lessen his horror. "I don't even let Iggy have a gun. Usually.

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.

I'm not Stubborn; I'm right!

You know, when you're right, that's all you get to be.

We probably looked like starving orphan children. Hey! We were starving orphan children.

It’s, like, a safety bomb.” -Iggy