Susan Kaye Quinn

“I had left the truck where I had crashed it—smashed into a pole by the charger station that had appeared out of nowhere when I had tried to park under a covered awning. Driving was a lot simpler than parking, it seemed.”

“He gave me an unexpected soft look that made me close my eyes again. “Okay,” I said. “What next, Master Zagan?” “Next, Little One, you need to jack the strongest one you can find.” I killed the smile that threatened to break out on my face.”

“I’ve got the Impenetrable Mind, remember?”

“Block D was at the farthest corner of the camp from Block C. Whoever had laid out the Camp of the Flies had no respect for alphabetical order.”

“I wasn’t ready to replay that bit of disaster—the moment when I decided to be Simon Zagan’s girlfriend. Not the best choice I’ve ever made.”

“She had hauled out Grandma O’Donnell’s crystal plates, the ones Gram claimed were hand-cut by our distant relatives in County Kerry during the potato famine. She also said Big Foot crashed her eighteenth birthday party.”

“I was so distracted thinking about my newfound mindjacking ability that I nearly ran into the garage door.”

“It was after lunch, and no one had died yet, so I took that as a good sign.”

“You must have been some kind of raging elephant, because it took three darts for them to take you down.”