I Write Larger Than Life. It's What

When I Write I Pretend I'm Telling A Story To Someone In The Room And I Don't Want Them To Get Up Until I'm Finished.

I'm Going To Turn Fifteen Tomorrow," I Said, Warming To The Idea. "it's High Time. I Can't Remember When I Turned Fourteen." (said By Max) If You Get To Be Fifteen, Then I Get To Be Fifteen!" Iggy Sounded Indignant. I Looked At Fang. "wanna Be Fifteen?" His Smile Melted Me. "yeah.

The House Was On Fire," I Greeted Them Tersely. "in Case You're Interested." They Both Glanced Up Overhead As If To Make Sure The House Was Still Standing. Fang Sniffed, Smelling The Smoke. It's Out, Right?" He Said

Fang Felt A Cold Jolt, Then Dismissed It. Max Wasn’t Dead. He Would Know, Somehow. He Would Have Felt It. The World Still Felt The Same To Him; Therefore, Max Was Still In It.

Iggy: "i'll Grab A Zebra; Gaz, You Fill All The Bubbles With Your Trademark Scent. So People Are Choking And Gagging; And Let's Throw Beef Jerky In Their Eyes! Now, That's A Plan!