Knight takes Knight,” I called into the cloudy night air. “Check.

The mad rarely know that they are mad. It's the rest of the world, I think, that seems insane to them.

Nobody can be bad at everything. There’s no such thing as a perfect screwup.

You know how confusing the whole good-evil concept is for me.

Knight takes Knight,” I called into the cloudy night air. “Check.

I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me. It was a battle cry.

Star Trek?” I asked her. “Really?” “What?” she demanded, bending unnaturally black eyebrows together. “There are two kinds of people in the universe, Molly,” I said. “Star Trek fans and Star Wars fans. This is shocking.” She sniffed. “This is the post-nerd-closet world, Harry. It’s okay to like both.” “Blasphemy and lies,” I said.