Race me back. Beat me there, and I’ll tell you.” I blinked. “What kind of kindergarten crap is that?” His grey eyes flashed with anger. “You want to know what it’s like? Beat me down the beach.” “Of all the ridiculous, immature nonsense,” I said. Then I hooked a foot behind Thomas’s calf, shoved him down to the sand, and took off down the beach at a dead sprint.
It is the nature of the universe that things remain. Nothing ever disappears completely. The very sound of Creation still echoes throughout the vast darkness: The universe remembers.
We’re all the hero of our own story.
Know your enemy. Know yourself. Only then may you achieve victory.
Woof,” said Billy the Werewolf.
Polka will never die!” Butters screamed. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” Thomas muttered.
Chew and smile? At the same time? Do I look like Jackie Chan?
Rowl reminded himself that cats were eternally patient, and that he would not simply explode if he did not fling himself from Littlemouse’s arms and go exploring. Which was not to say that he could not do so if he wished, because cats were also their own masters. He decided that his patience was practically legendary- which was fortunate...
Just remember, Harry, I told you this was a bad idea.” “Preemptive I-told-you-sos,” I said. “Now I’ve seen everything.
He nodded. “Someone really would get suspicious if they saw you roaming around. If I need you I’ll give you a signal.” “What signal?” “I’ll imitate the scream of a terrified little girl,” he said with a waggle of his eyebrows. He headed out the door. “Back in a minute.
Why do you think I do it?” He shrugged. “All I can figure is that either you’re nursing a deep and sadistic self-hatred or else you’re insane.
The reward for work well-done is more work.
Dawn is significant, magically speaking. It is a time of new beginnings.
Very few people understand that swords aren’t dangerous, Tavi, nor hands nor arms, nor furies. Minds are dangerous. Wills are dangerous. You are heavily armed with both.
It’s me. Hell’s bells, there isn’t anything that I can think of that would mimic me looking like this. Even demonic fiends from the nether regions of hell have some taste.
Bob,” I asked. “What is all my stuff doing here?” “Oh,” Bob said. “That. Well. Bianca got the idea, somewhere, that your stuff might explode if anyone messed around with it.” I heard the wryness in my voice, though I didn’t feel it. “She did, did she.” “I can’t imagine how.” “I’m doubling your pay.
Cowl’s apprentice was tough and competent, but no amount of training or forethought can prepare you for the sight of an angry dinosaur coming to eat your ass.
I run – and not so that I’ll be skinny and look good, either. I run so that when something that wants to kill me is chasing me, I’ll be good at running.
You want it. I can see it in you.” I gritted my teeth. “The part of me that wants it doesn’t get a vote,” I said.
You’ve never been a peasant in medieval France, Harry,” Bob said. “Life was hard for those people. Never enough food, shelter, medicine. If you could give yourself a fur coat and the ability to go out and hunt your own meat, you would have jumped at the chance, too.