“It seems to be our fate to continually pass our debt back and forth.”

“NO!" Raffe grips me as if he can bind my soul to my body. An upside-down view of the doorway shows up in my field of vision. Smoke waft through it. Although the pain obscures Raffe's warmth, I feel the presure of his hug, the rocking of our bodies back and forth as he repeats the word, "No.”

“We have struck back. We have declared war on any being that dares to think they can wipe us out without a fight. No matter how celestial, no matter how powerful they are, this is our home and we will fight to keep it.”

“Nothing short of the end of the world would get our eco-conscious techies to toss their latest gadgets onto the street.”

“We now play a permanent game of I-am-crazier-and-scarier-than-you. And in that game, my mother is our secret weapon.”

“A little weird? That was freakin' Bizarroville."He pauses and looks back at me. "Are you speaking English?”

“what did you hear? I whisper. He turns around and whispers back. Two people whispering.”