Oh, I'm sure we could talk them into letting us in for nothing," Marco said. "Just tell them we're Animorphs." "Tell them we're what?" Rachel asked. "Idiot teenagers with a death wish," Marco said. "Animorphs." I tried the word out. It sounded okay.

With enough time, you can get used to almost anything.

I was born in a place humans call central Africa, in a dense rain forest so beautiful, no crayons could ever do it justice.

Humans waste words. They toss them like banana peels and leave them to rot. Everyone knows the peels are the best part.

Death's gruesome face taunts: soulless eyes, crimson grimace. I really hate clowns.

Human humour often consists of pretending to wish something does not really wish.

Old age is a powerful disguise.