The horse seemed to bend time and space as he ran, blurring the landscape and making Frank feel like he'd just drunk a gallon of whole milk without his lactose-intolerance medicine: "Seven hundred and fifty miles per hour. Eight hundred. Eight hundred and three. Fast. very Fast.

If I couldn't trust her, I couldn't trust anyone.

I Play Dodgeball with Cannibals (Chapter 2)

Let's boogie,' he (Leo) said. 'Before I come to my senses

I have more ideas than I'll ever be able to write in five lifetimes.

The last thing I wanted to do was blow up another school.

Die human, DIE!! Die nasty polluting person!!!!' yelled Grover. I turned him so he faced me. He kept on clicking his plastic gun towards me as if I was part of the game.