Genius does not excuse evil.

glancing back I got my first clear look at the monster. He was seven feet tall, easy, his arms and legs like something from the cover of Muscle Man magazine-bulging biceps and triceps and a bunch of other 'ceps, all stuffed like baseballs under vein-webbed skin. He wore no clothes except underwear-I mean, bright white fruit of the Looms.

So, destroy?" Cal asked. Clearly, the conversation was giving his two brain cells a serious workout.

Whathat!" Tyson gasped. "Those are the stables for the pegasi," I replied, "You know, winged horses?" "Whasthat!" "Um... those are the toilets.

If you're heading downtown from Centeral Park, my advice is to take the subway. Flying pigs are faster but way more dangerous

Ever had a flying burrito hit you? Well, it's a deadly projectile, right up there with cannonballs and grenades.

Hello, Hazel Levesque.