Coffee or orange juice?” “Water is fine.” His eyebrows went up. “Uh-oh,” Auriele said, but she was smiling. Darryl was not. “Are you implying that my coffee is not the best in four counties? Or my fresh-squeezed orange juice is less than perfect?

If she kept wondering about how much of her life Bran engineered, she’d end up on a funny farm knitting caps for ducks.

Sometimes I think I live more closely to the past than the present.

That’s a pretty lame superhero name,” I told him. “Scooby-Doo is already taken,” he said with dignity. “Anything else sounds lame in comparison.

I thought you couldn't make it here until morning," I said. "I hurried.

A stupid ruler is much more of a problem than an insane one.

If creation was given no limit, ultimately everything would cease to exist.