“I blame Jeb for letting you be such asmart aleck.”I stared at her. “I blame you for alteringmy DNA! I mean, I have wings,lady! What were you thinking?”

“Jeb: But I need to tell you something first.Max (thinking): That you are the devil incarnate?”

“Jeb: I wish I could explain what I'd give just to see you smile again.Max (thinking): How about your head on a stick?”

“Basically, I have two speeds.... Hostile or smart-aleck. Your choice.”

“You mean other than the wings? I once ate nine snicker bars in a row without barfing. It was a record.”

“If by 'miracle kids' you mean innocent test-tube babies whose DNA was forcibly unraveled and merged with two percent avian genes, yeah, I guess that would be us," I said. "Because it's a miracle that we're not complete nut jobs and mutant disasters.”

“I want to be able to see stuff," Iggy said. "Like I used to, when I was little. And I want to be able to totally kick Jeb's butt.”