Can’t clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so don’t punk out. Make it count.

Dr. John Nash Ott had discovered by 1987 that glass, artificial light sources, electricity and electronic systems were having extensive detrimental effects on plants, animals and humans.

She's fifteen!'Nash shrugged. 'That's just a number. It doesn't say anything about her.'It says something pretty damn funny about your IQ!' I said, and he opened his mouth to retort, but I spoke over him. 'Fifteen is too young to drive, too young to get a legal job, too young to sign a lease, and obviously too young to pick a boyfriend with half a brain.

Too many cold, hungry nights had taught her a special kind of practicality, but in that moment, she believed in his magic.

Vanity, right?' Nash reappeared in the living room with an open bag of potato chips. 'I nominate my venerable brother. He likes to play hero, and one look at him should establish the vanity angle.'Nash!' I really shouldn't have been surprised by the dig. But I was.'What?' He raised one brow at me in challenge. 'It's okay to call me jealous, but not to call him vain?'Awareness of one's obvious advantages doesn't imply vanity,' Tod insisted calmly.Nash turned on him. 'Does it imply narcissism?'Tod huffed. 'This coming from the guy who owns more hair products than his girlfriend.