“I'm way hot," he muttered. "But I don't feel sick. Just — way hot."Fang”

“I'm glad I'm feeling this way. I'm really glad."Dr. Keyes looked rather dismayed. "Really, sweetheart?""Yes. And I don't want to let it go. Not yet. I'm just starting to feel it. And it feels...I don't know. Right, I guess. Maybe even...good.”

“If Fang is in any way harmed while I'm gone-if he gets a hangnail-you won't see another morning. Are we clear on that?”

“And by the way, you clearly don't know me better than Fang does. Do you see Fang arguing with me? No, you do not.”

“And Flock Rule Number Two is, Don't argue with Max or you'll live to regret it." I spun and stomped out to the clearing, turning back for one last jab at Dylan. "And by the way, you clearly DON'T know me better than Fang does. Do you see Fang arguing with me? No, you do not."Fang rolled his eyes.”

“Later," Fang said to Ella and Dr. Martinez in that gushy, hyperemotional, overdramatic way he has.”

“Fang swerved closer to me, big and supremely graceful, like a black panther with wings. Oh, God. I'm so stupid. Forget I just said that. "He needs a Band-Aid," I said. A look passed between me and Fang, full of suppressed humor, relief, understanding,love — Forget I said that too. I don't know what's wrong with me.”