“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?”

“Jeb climbed the ladder Fang had just lowered and I indulged in a moments fantasy about someone slamming the trapdoor on his head.”-max”

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

“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?”

“Hello, Max," he said quietly, searching my face. "How do you feel?"Which was a ten on the "imbecilic question" scale of one to ten. Why, I feel fine, Jeb," I said brightly. "How about you?"Any nausea? Headache?" Yep. And it's standing here talking to me.”

“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.”

“Man, you weigh a freaking ton," he told me. "What've you been eating, rocks?" "Why, is your head missing some?" I croaked. His mouth almost quirked in a smile, and that's when I knew how upset he'd been”