We will destroy you,” the Flyboys droned. “You have no escape.” That was the most imaginative, threatening thing the whitecoats had programmed these ’droids to say? “Talk about lame,” Fang muttered.

I looked into her eyes. "Mom, who do you pray to?" I just pray, Daniel. That's all.

I don't know about the rest of you who have little voices, but something about mine made me feel completely compelled to listen to it.

Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?

We went back to the weird Institute building. At night there was a lot more activity. Erasers coming in non-stop. Nice cars, nice clothes, nice smug faces (that I wanted to smash!). -Fang's Blog

Gazzy sniffed the air. "That's explosives. It smells like Christmas!" Okay, so we've had somewhat untraditional Christmases. With explosives.

The act of laughing releases some nice chemical into your brain, you feel good and it's free.