I Love To Tell Stories. It's A

Can You Giggle While Racing For Your Life And Protecting A Six-year-old? I Can.

In The Dictionary, Next To The Word Stress, There Is A Picture Of A Midsize Mutant Stuck Inside A Dog Crate, Wondering If Her Destiny Is To Be Killed Or To Save The World. Okay, Not Really. But There Should Be.

She Didn't Flirt With Him, But They Hung Out Together A Lot, And Every Time I Saw Their Heads Bent Over A Computer Screen Or Map, It Made My Stomach Clench. And My Teeth. And My Fists.

I Blame Jeb For Letting You Be Such A Smart Aleck.” I Stared At Her. “i Blame You For Altering My Dna! I Mean, I Have Wings, Lady! What Were You Thinking?

I Guess I Write Four Or Five Hours A Day, But I Do It Seven Days A Week. It's Very Disciplined, Yes, But It's Joy For Me.