Lovely. Imprisoned in a nursery school dungeon.

Sadie Kane here. If you're listening to this, congratulations, you survived doomsday.

Oh, god,” I said. “Sorry, sorry. Do I die now?” --Sadie to Zia

Everything happens for a reason, Sadie, even bad things.

How does it taste?” Carter wondered. Zia smiled. “Stick out your tongue.” To answer Carter’s question, the tattoo tasted like burning car tires. “Ugh.” I spit a blue gob of “order and harmony” into the fountain.

Desjardins was literally fuming. His tattered robes still smoked from battle. (Carter says I shouldn’t mention that his pink boxer shorts were showing, but they were!)

Thanks for everything.” “As you wish,” the captain said. If axes could frown, I’m sure he would have. “Stay sharp,” Carter told him.