And," added Mikey. "she's my sister." The others looked at him for a moment, and broke out laughing. "Yeah, yeah," Squirrel scoffed, "and the McGill is my cousin." Now Allie burst out laughing, which made Mikey more annoyed. "If the McGill was your cousin," Mikey said, "I can guarantee he'd disown you.

You may feel a tugging sensation near your ankles.

Happiness is not a state of being. Happiness is a vector, it is movement.

How many kids are in the Graveyard?" "A bunch." "Who sends your supplies?" "George Washington. Or is it Abraham Lincoln? I forget." "How often do you receive new arrivals?" "About as often as you beat your wife.

We want what you no longer want.

I mean, it's like we all get our raw materials from our families―but it's up to us whether we build bridges or bombs.

Perhaps, thought Talon, there was a path in between. A way to shed their ignorance without losing their souls.