“Think of this as an adventure, Diesel said.I’m from Jersey. I get my adventure on the Turnpike.”

“But again I seem to hear, like a kind of echo, an answer from beyond the world. 'You will have real obligations, and therefore real adventures when you get to my Utopia. But the hardest obligation and the steepest adventure is to get there.”

“I can't get enough adventure," Magnus said lightly. "And adventure cannot get enough of me.”

“It was exciting to be off on a journey she had looked forward to for months. Oddly, the billowing diesel fumes of the airport did not smell like suffocating effluence, it assumed a peculiar pungent scent that morning, like the beginning of a new adventure, if an adventure could exude a fragrance.”

“You are an adventurer!" exclaimed Sylvie. She tore herself away from the window and handed the glasses back to her. "But I suppose that could work. Only, what will happen afterwards?"'I was planning to worry about afterwards when there is an afterwards," replied Leaf. "And I'm not an adventurer. At least not by choice. I've done that once and learned my lesson. No more adventures without knowing what I'm getting into.""They wouldn't be adventures, then," said Sylvie.”

“Did you bring the charms?” Wulf asked Diesel. Diesel took the charms from his pocket and held them in his palm so Wulf could see. “They have an excellent selection of baby carriages at Target,” I whispered to Diesel. “Not now,” Diesel said. “Get a grip.” “Was I bad? DO I need to get punished? Maybe I need a good paddling.” Wulf looked like he was thinking about rolling his eyes, and Diesel wrapped an arm around my shoulders and dragged me to him. “We’ll get to that later,” Diesel said. “I’d be happy to paddle the wench if you’re too bust.” Hatchet said. Diesel cut his eyes to him, and Hatchet took a step back. -Lizzy, Diesel, and Hatchet, page 304.”