People want us, or want us dead, because of what we are, not who we are. It's hard.~Angel.

People want us, or want us dead, because of what we are, not who we are. It's hard.

A fight with her mother? It was certainly within the realm of possibility, I guessed. Elizabeth was a teenager and her mother was ... Well, her mother. Normally they were the best of friends, but even best friends fight.

Sometimes I look at you and I just can't believe you're mine.

I don't damsel well. Distress, I can do. Damseling? Not so much.

A boy and a girl, fated to rule all. Two will rise, and One will fall.

I don't care if we have our house, or a cliff ledge, or a cardboard box. Home is wherever we all are, together,.

And Flock Rule Number Two is, Don't argue with Max or you'll live to regret it.' I spun and stomped out to the clearing, turning back for one last jab at Dylan. 'And by the way, you clearly DON'T know me better than Fang does. Do you see Fang arguing with me? No, you do not.'Fang rolled his eyes.

Yeah, and so Max and Dylan are supposed to, like, go to Germany and have kids together,' I heard Gazzy say. My eyes popped open and I bolted upright.'What?' Fang said, his voice icy.'Gazzy!' I yelled.Wide blue eyes looked at me in surprise, then back at Fang's stoic face. 'Oh. Was I not supposed to say anything?' Gazzy asked.

Vhat ozzer abilities do you haf?' ter Borcht snapped, which his assistant waited, pen in hand.Gazzy thought. 'I have X-ray vision,' he said. He peered at ter Borcht's chest, then blinked and looked alarmed.Ter Borcht was startled for a second, but then he frowned. 'Don't write dat down,' he told his assistant in irritation. The assistant froze in midsentence.'You. Do you haf any qualities dat distinguish you in any way?'Nudge chewed on a fingernail. 'You mean, like, besides the WINGS?' She shook her shoulders gently, and her beautiful fawn-colored wings unfolded a bit.His face flushed, and I felt like cheering. 'Yes,' he said stiffly. 'Besides de vings.'Hmm. Besides de vings.' Nudge tapped one finger against her chin. 'Um...' Her face brightened. 'I once ate nine Snickers bars in one sitting. Without barfing. That was a record!'Hardly a special talent,' ter Borcht said witheringly. Nudge was offended. 'Yeah? Let's see YOU do it.'...'I vill now eat nine Snickers bars,' Gazzy said in a perfect, creepy imitation of ter Borcht's voice, 'visout bahfing.'Iggy rubbed his forehead with one hand. 'Well, I have a highly developed sense of irony.'Ter Borcht tsked. 'You are a liability to your group. I assume you alvays hold on to someone's shirt, yes? Following dem closely?'Only when I'm trying to steal their dessert'...Fang pretended to think, gazing up at the ceiling. 'Besides my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica.'I vill now destroy de Snickuhs bahrs!' Gazzy barked.