She was the only creature in the world who would really care if something happened to me, even if it was only because I was the bringer of kibble.

How about this?" I said, because now it was the principle of the thing. "I'm sorry, jackass.

"Oh My God," I blurted, grabbing onto Phin as we faced the open bedroom door. "It's the axe murderer." "I doubt he would knock," she said, but she was whispering, too, and didn't move away from me.

She was the only creature in the world who would really care if something happened to me, even if it was only because I was the bringer of kibble.

I was generally pro-bat, except when I was trekking through the dark trying not to think about the dire fate of every horror movie character stupid enough to go into the dark with a flashlight and check the fuses.

You're not hurt, are you?" "Only my delicate sensibilities.

I was the designated grown up in a family that operated in different reality than the rest of the world.