I don't like bullies. No one has a right to take or to hurt just because they can.

We break our huddle and Eight immediately transforms into one of his massive avatars. His handsome features melt away, replaced by the snarling face and golden mane of a lion. He grows to about twelve feet, ten arms sprouting out of his sides, each of them tipped with razor-sharp claws. Nine whistles through his teeth. 'Now we're talking,' Nine says. 'One of your parents must've been a chimæra. Probably your mom.

One of the gifts our planet gave us is to love completely. Without jealousy or insecurity or fear. Without pettiness. Without anger.

I don't like bullies. No one has a right to take or to hurt just because they can.

I smile at her. "You're an angel." "Nah," she says. "I'm just a girl crazy in love.

Where are you originally from?” “The planet Lorien, three hundred million miles away.” “Must have been a long trip, John Smith.” “Took almost a year. Next time I’m bringing a book.

That’s the worst way to miss somebody. When they’re right beside you and you miss them anyway.