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I need wings, said Total, still sniffling. I need my own wings. Then things like that wouldn't happen. Yeah, that was all I needed. A flying talking mutant dog.

Excuse me? I'm alive too.

It's, like, a safety bomb." -Iggy

It's for upset stomachs,' Dylan said, trying to hide a smile. He pointed to the words in the box. 'It's to reduce gas in your digestive system, not to create more gas to make explosions.' Gazzy's face fell as Iggy said. 'Really? Gazzy take it! Take the whole box!' 'I second that emotion!' said Total.

Great, they give blind kids guns, I said, trying to lessen his horror. I don't even let Iggy have a gun. Usually.

We're just not cut out for all this media circus crap. But then, you already knew that.

Are you fangalicious? -Jess, a random blogger I could never be as fangalicious as you'd want me to be.-Fang

We're famous iggy whispered so low that Fang could barely hear him. So's Swine Flu Fang whispered back.

It was like meeting someone out of your dreams, or fantasies, or a beloved character from a favorite book.

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?

you...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!

My name is Daniel, and this is the first volume of my life story, which, hopefully, will be a very long and distinguished one. Who should you read it? Very good question. Maybe because this is your planet, and you have a right to know what's actually happening on it.

Well, if it isn't Daniel X himself, Seth said with a yawn. Become tired of living in this dump of a city already, eh? What can I do for you today? Death? Eternal enslavement? What's it going to be?

James Patterson

Don't you ever get a headache, with that halo hanging around your ears all the time

And no southern jokes, please. Ick.

Yes, that night I rode in the backseat of a police car for the first time. To anyone who saw me, it looked like I'd just been arrested, when in fact, I'd just been rescued.

Dear Reader, You're about to experience a revolution in reading — BookShots.

Literacy rots the brain, I'm afraid. And a rotten mind is of no use to the New Order. Sadly, there must be consequences.

Revenge is a dish best served cold. I have to admit, it is a tasty dish. Play Hard or Go Home GROWING UP, I had zero interest in being a writer.

The next day I picked up my electric guitar and amp at a tag sale. Grandma Dotty loves tag sales, and somehow she managed to bargain with the guy who was selling them, until we paid just three dollars

quarter glass of whiskey. His shoulders were up around his ears and his jaw was flexing, and I could see what remained of the muscles in his neck twitching. He was looking away from me and Nick at a group of men celebrating what seemed to be someone's return. A skinny, pockmarked shrimp of a guy at the center of the

that the rooms were pitifully furnished, with dirty sheets in

Today's lesson?" I say. "The history of slapstick." "You want me to slap you with a stick?" says Stevie.