You going to let me go now?""That depends." He muttered. "Are you going to try and nosedive down the stairs again?""Wasn't planning on it, but who knows how this might play out.

Just then they were both vulnerable, and the only thing standing between them and our enemies, was me.It seemed nobody wanted to take those odds because no one approached. I was mildly flattered.

She hadn't been scared for herself, she'd been frightened for me.Good. Her A-class horror movie scream earlier had nearly put me in an early grave. When this was over, I could call us even.

I wasn't the kind of girl who liked to wait around to be rescued.

Ugh. I do not miss being your age." Sarah muttered, retracting her hand and wrinkling her nose. "It's like all teenagers have hormones coming out of their ears.

The view wasn't exactly breath-taking. Kind of boring actually. Unless, of course, you had a rare, strong appreciation for deserts, in which case it was downright mind blowing.

Lacey?" He bowed his head until his face was inches from mine. His smile was still in place, and as his eyes swept over my face, it widened. "Uh-oh. Did you break?

He was slowly starting to recover. I could tell by the eye roll and sigh. Oh, so only he could be a comedian?

They were smart enough to know that handing out superpowers like sweets to the general public was never going to be a good idea.Not that that stopped it from happening anyway.

Never underestimate the power of telling a teenage boy he's risking his chances of getting laid. Works almost every time.

Same. I don't like to think I might have ended up in Plumber's gang, but given the alternative..."I raised both eyebrows. "Yeah. Drug-dealers or super-powered psychopaths? Choices, choices.

You will never know the moon or stars, unless you breathe in their solar system and inspect it from many diverse vantage points as possible.

I wish to keep writing.

He had a respect for facts maybe this was one.

I want to be an inspirational model. I want people to look at me and say, 'Wow, she looks healthy.'

Legacy is a stupid thing! I don't want a legacy.

I'm gonna play something so funky you can smell it

Barrabas came to us by sea, the child Clara wrote in her delicate calligraphy.

The future is neither ahead nor behind, on one side or another. Nor is it dark or light. It is contained within ourselves; its evil and good are perpetually within us.

There is always safety in valor.

Every once in awhile, a girl has to indulge herself.