I still felt like I might hurl, and I thought about how awful that would be in midair.

Everything I loved was taken away from me, and I did not die.

They turned to Angel. "We will call you Little One," the leader said, obviously deciding to dispense with the whole confusing name thing. "Okay," said Angel agreeably. "I'll call you Guy in a White Lab Coat." He frowned. "That can be his Indian name," I suggested.

SITTING TIGHT? Holing up? Waiting for answers? Those are things I'm not good at. Planning a massive attack against mechanical geeky-like things when i was already furious and itching to kill something? Piece o'cake

They aren't the brightest crayons in the box -Max(saving the world and other extreme sports)

Okay, that so did me in. Mr. Rock being all emotional? Expressing his feelings?" p. 12

I'd been told that he had been created-literally created-just for me,as my "perfect other half." Let me tell you-if Dylan was my perfect other half, then i needed to give my first half a seriouis look-see.