I'm Razo, a member of Bayern's Own," he said, stopping himself from adding "Loafing is just a hobby of mine." "Bayern's Own? But you're a child." Razo looked up to the sky. "I'm not a child, I'm just short.

Your head will be fine,” said Miri. “It’s your neck you should worry about.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had stayed up into the squeaky hours of the night because I couldn’t put a book down, and that was a tragedy.

Razo knew he was best at nothing, except maybe cramming two cherries into a single nostril.

What should I say? That I like him so much it hurts?

... and with my last thought I felt some real sympathy for those poor chickens.

And Isi always listened, never told Enna she had been foolish, never said hollow things like 'You'll be all right.' . . . Isi saw Enna's struggle and her sadness, and she understood.