Sometimes being a leader isn’t about winning. Sometimes it’s about doing what’s right, instead of what’s powerful.

How is San Francisco, Alex? Lovely city. Will you leave your heart there? Do you think it's a good place to die?

I hate this guy,” Ari muttered, keeping his head down “There’s a club,” I told him. “The Haters of ter Borcht Club. Have you gotten your badge yet?

Yeah, and so Max and Dylan are supposed to, like, go to Germany and have kids together," I heard Gazzy say. My eyes popped open and I bolted upright. "What?" Fang said, his voice icy. "Gazzy!" I yelled. Wide blue eyes looked at me in surprise, then back at Fang's stoic face. "Oh. Was I not supposed to say anything?" Gazzy asked.

It was like meeting someone out of your dreams, or fantasies, or a beloved character from a favorite book.

They [Erasers] were bad fliers," Angel chimed in, "And in their minds, they weren't all kill the mutants, like they usually are. They were like, remember to flap!

That'd be just what I need: a rash of car thefts across America, committed by dedicated readers.