Growing up, books were my lifeline, and I owe a debt to those writers that can never be repaid. They saved my sanity and gave me a world I could escape to. If I can pay that forward to another person, that's all I ask.

C’mon, Tally. Don’t you want your clothes, your keys? Oh wait, how about some dignity? (Kyrian)

Nick, fetch my car, fetch my clothes, sweep the chimney, make my bed, watch my psychopath, fetch my slippers.’ Yeah, I’ll fetch those slippers and stick them someplace real uncomfortable. I swear, my mother should have named me Fido. (Nick)

And you chose to fight for Artemis instead, what kind of stupid are you? (Jeff)

Looks like the safest spot here for a human who doesn’t want to get eaten. (Kish)

Speaking of, her family is due in any minute to claim her body. What am I supposed to tell them when we can’t give the body over? Again, I don’t think ‘oops’ will quite cover it. (Tate)

I am a socially awkward mandork. (Nick)