Some of us may get hurt,” Conner added. “Speak for yourself,” the Cyborg Queen said. “I can adjust feelings in Settings.
After such a narrow escape from death, a different man would have abandoned his quest for supremacy, but the Masked Man’s need for power was like a disease – and fulfillment was the only cure.
I’ve always believed there is more to life than most people are willing to believe. You’re just the first person to prove it to me.
Never go so high you’re afraid to look down:.
It takes courage to face a giant, but it takes a true hero to stand up to the world.
Whenever Conner asked them for something he acted like a hyper Chihuahua.
Make good choices, Conner,” she said. “But most important, have fun!
So the beloved children’s book author took a deep breath, opened his own book to the very first page, and began reading, hoping with all his heart that the story would remind him where his sister went all those years ago...
Pressure is what separates the dirt from the diamonds.
I had been on cloud nine all day until that point. But the higher your cloud, the farther your rain falls.
The Queen of Hearts turned around and discovered the Tin Woodman standing behind her. The queen had never seen a man made of metal before, and a delighted squeal escaped her lips. She stepped toward the metal man with eyes like a predator.
Hatred is like fire and no one can extinguish it by giving it fuel.
Mom and boyfriend made Alex squirm. In her opinion, the two words didn’t belong in the same dictionary, let alone the same sentence.
We all know how terrible keeping a secret can feel. Secrets are like parasites – the longer you keep them inside you, the more damage they cause.
Forgive me, I don’t mean to be rude,” Red said to the twins. “It’s just every time I see you two I’m heartbroken, kidnapped, or homeless.
It was difficult for them even to go to school with just a small blemish on their faces; they couldn’t imagine the stress of facing the world as an enormous amphibian.
The Enchantress,” Sleeping Beauty whispered to herself. “She’s back.
The dungeon was a miserable place.
Does such a place exist where people can’t unexpectedly be helped or hurt?
A small gingerbread house sat in between two large trees. White frosting covered its pointed roof, gumdrops were clumped around like shrubbery, and candy canes lined the path to the front door like a picket fence. “Look, Conner!” Alex said, catching her breath. “It’s a gingerbread house, a real gingerbread house! Look how cute it is!” “Whoa,” Conner said. “I feel like I may get diabetes from just looking at that place.