Books Were A Lot Less Messy Than

What Were Good And Evil, Really, But Stupid Categories? Stupid Categories That Restricted People And Punished Or Rewarded Them Based On How They Responded To Their Own Natures, Natures They Really Didn't Have Any Way To Control.

Life And Death Were So Unpredictable. So Close To Each Other. We Existed Moment To Moment, Never Knowing Who Would Be The Next To Leave The World. I Was Still In It, Barely, And As I Looked Up From The Ashes, Everything Around Me Seemed So Sweet And So Beautiful. The Trees. The Stars. The Moon. I Was Alive -- And I Was Glad I Was.

Whatever Happened To The Dragon?" I Mustered My Primmest Tone. "he Has A Name, You Know." Adrian Pulled Back And Gave Me A Curious Look. "i Didn't Know, Actually. What'd You Decide On?" "hopper" When Adrian Laughed, I Added "best Rabbit Ever. He'd Be Proud To Know His Name Is Being Passed On." "yes, I'm Sure He Would. Did You Name The Mustang Too?" "i Think You Mean The Ivashkinator." He Stared At Me In Wonder. "i Told You I Loved You, Right? "yes," I Assured Him. "many Times

Maybe You're Graduating From Fireballs To Lightning Bolts," Adrian Suggested. "i Bet It'd Be A Lot Like Throwing Ninja Stars. Except, Well, You Could Incinerate People.

Keeping Love Buried Was A Lot Like Jeeping Anger Pent Up, I'd Learned. It Just Ate You Up Insides Until You Wanted To Scream Or Kick Something.