We are not going to die." Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?" No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.

No story that juicy was going to stay secret for long.

People always equate beauty with good, but it just ain't so.

Now I feel like James Bond. Suave and intelligent, breaking all the codes while looking fabulous.

Life is precious, fragile, fleeting - and Murphy's life was one of my favorites.

We're all so damned fragile.

Crows," Maximus breathed. "Was that who I think it was?" "Phrygiar Navaris," Tavi said, nodding. "What was she doing here?" Max asked. "Getting humiliated, mostly. Especially there at the end.