A place is only as good as the people in it.

My breathing is controlled, but all the fear and anger within me. Fear is too simple a word. Terror. That's what I feel.

My iPod rumbles again. It's not actually an iPod. It doesn't play any music and the earbuds are just for show. It's a gadget that Sandor put together in his lab. It's my Mogadorian detector. I call it my iMog.

You know the saying: he who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it. And when it's repeated, the stakes are doubled.

I've learned that some memories surprise you and reveal a sharp edge just when you least expect it.

Did you know Johnny thinks he's Pittacus resurrected?

The only limits for tomorrow are the doubts we have today.