“...I could now look down at ghostly fingers, wraith-like toes, and a phantom wang.”

“By the bones!" said Shay. "He has all seven!""All seven what?""The Potter biographies! The College of Spires only had five of the volumes... four now, since I stole one.""What's so special about these books?" She picked up one of the fat tomes and flipped it open."Potter was a member of a race of wizards who lived in the last days of the human age," said Shay.Jandra frowned as she flipped through the pages. "Are you certain this isn't fiction?" She asked.”

“He sat the silver disk between Poocher's shoulder blades. The pig turned around in a circle, as if he were trying to see the disk on his back, which his fat neck wouldn't allow. After his third revolution, he closed his eyes and scrunched up his snout. His wings unfolded. He floated off the ground, looking smug.Everyone in the room knew there was something that needed to be said. But not even Hex, who'd never shown any fear of an obvious joke, dared say it.”

“I decided long ago that life's absurd. If you don't develop a sense of humor, it will drive you mad.”

“I'm not shooting for happy. I'm aiming for comfortable and fat.”

“I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.”

“I flipped down the visor so I could check myself in the mirror, and something small and heavy dropped into my lap.I froze, my breath stuck in my throat. What—?Gingerly, I looked down. It wasn’t a grenade. It was a key ring. One key was for this van. I looked at it blankly.“Well, that’ll simplify things,” Fang said.”