Looking up in the sky, I saw the stars were brighter now. They made a pattern I had never noticed before- a gleaming constellation that looked a lot like a girls figure- a girl with a bow, running across the sky. "Let the world honor you, my Huntress. Live forever in the stars.

Words had started swimming off the page, circling my head, the letters doing one-eighties as if they were riding skateboards.

A little slower, sweetheart. Cape Cod is freezing over.

I love New York. You can pop out of the Underworld in Central Park, hail a taxi, head down Fifth Avenue with a giant hellhound loping behind you, and nobody even looks at you funny.

No, no,” Leo said. “Rainbows. Very macho.

I don't care what your nose says! The last time you smelled half-blood, it turned out to be a meatloaf sandwich!" "Meatloaf sandwiches are good! But this is a half-blood scent, I swear. They are on board!" "Bah, your brain isn't on board!

I've found peace here at the co-op. You could stay with us, if you want. Become a ROFLcopter.