Walk really, really carefully. It's not complicated, but if you mess up, you'll die, so pay attention.

She introduced herself to my parents with one of her mighty, bunny-crushing handshakes. (I'd never seen Claudia crush a bunny, to be fair, but that's the approximate level of pressure.)

It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.

All right. Normal rules apply." "Right." The man walked off, leaving us. "What are the normal rules?" I asked. "He walks away and has a tea break and doesn't ask any questions.

Her kung fu is that powerful.

There is nothing about a bad situation that fourteen hyper cheerleaders can't worsen.

I like to talk. Talking is kind of my thing. If talking had been a sport option at Wexford, I would have been captain. But sports always have to involve running, jumping, or swinging your arms around. You don’t get PE points for the smooth and rapid movement of the jaw.