You can't fool me, comrade. You want to put on a cowboy hat and keep lawless bank robbers in line.'' "No time. I have enough trouble keeping you in line.

Me, I always wanted frost power.” “Frost power?” “Yeah.” Seth gestured dramatically toward my coffee table. “If we’re talking superhero abilities. If I had frost power, I could wave my hand, and suddenly that whole thing would be covered in ice.” “Not frost?” “Same difference.” “How would frost and/or ice power help you fight crime?” “Well, I don’t know that it would. But it’d be cool.

Have you ever wanted to put on a Santa suit?" "I have always wanted to do that," said Carter gravely.

It won't be that simple though, will it?' She sounded wise beyond her years. 'Things are going to get worse before they get better, aren't they?

She studied him for a few more seconds. “You look too pretty to be useful.” I gasped in spite of myself. Adrian chuckled and shook her hand. “Truer words were never spoken,” he said.

I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something - like, say, organization.

In the real world, you can make your own miracles.