“Can’t you flash us out?” – Abigail“My powers were strangled by a bitch-goddess as punishment for my gross stupidity. I’m lucky I can still flash myself, never mind other people. All I have is raw power and sexy, fighting prowess. Well, okay, if I had to, I might teleport one, maybe two others. But I wouldn’t bet my better body parts on it.” – Sasha”

“Now what other evil powers do you have that I should know about?” – Abigail “I can roll my tongue.” – Sundown“I’m serious, Jess.” – Abigail“So am I. Not everyone can do it. It’s a genetic thing, you know.” – Sundown”

“I’ve been thinking about that ever since. Am I lucky? Am I lucky that I didn’t die? Am I lucky that, compared to the other kids here, my life doesn’t seem so bad? Maybe I am, but I have to say, I don’t feel lucky. For one thing, I’m stuck in this pit. And just because your life isn’t as awful as someone else’s, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck. You can’t compare how you feel to the way other people feel. It just doesn’t work. What might look like the perfect life—or even an okay life—to you might not be so okay for the person living it.”

“I closed my eyes.“Are you okay?”“I’m tired. My knee is hurting again and I’m trying to teleport myself upstairs.”“Um, Kate, you can’t do that.”“I know. But I’m trying very hard. Let me know if I start fading?”

“My survival was up to me. I had nothing and I had no one. What I did have, I told myself, was my mind, my imagination, my memory, my feelings, my spirit. These were important and powerful things.”

“By the way, cowboy, you do know that if we were to wreck, I can teleport out of this thing. Right?” – Sasha“Is Scooby still bitching? Remind me to check his vet record when we get back. I think he might have distemper or rabies or something.” – Sundown”