He was the class clown, the court jester, because he'd learn early that if you cracked jokes and pretended you weren't scared, you usually didn't get beat up. Even the baddest gangster kids would tolerate you, keep you around for laughs. Plus, humor was a good way to hide the pain

I past another telkhine, who was so startled he dropped his Lil' Demons lunch box. I left him alive - partly because he had a cool lunch box.

Great victory requires great risk. -Hera

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

I pulled out Riptide.

All right cupcakes listen up!

You'd think he'd ran out off rocks," I muttered