Everyone hates clowns," Otis said. "Even other clowns hate clowns.

Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.

Do you think me cruel?” Neith asked. “Oh, yes, I collect the pockets of my enemies.” “Horrifying,” I said. “I didn’t know demons had pockets.” “Oh, yes.” Neith glanced in either direction, apparently to be sure no one was eavesdropping. “You just have to know where to look.

Frank: "I wish I was ADHD or dyslexic. All I got is lactose intolerance." Percy: "Seriously?" Frank: "And I love ice cream too.

You dropped this," he said, totally poker-faced.

I feel incredibly fortunate to have had the level of success I've had. I was just writing stories for my own sons.

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