Seth hustled over. “What’s the password?” “Passwords are for sissies,” Warren’s muffled voice responded. “Works for me,” Seth said, unlocking the door and opening it.
I was vanquished by a deer!’ A giant magical flying deer with fangs,’ Seth said, parroting a description Gavin had shared earlier. That sounds a little better,’ Warren conceded. ‘Seth is in charge of my tombstone.
Seth heard the rocking horse clattering down the staircase, the twang of bowstrings, and the overlapping beat of several other projectiles thudding against the door. “That was awesome,” Seth told Kendra. “You’re psychotic,” Kendra replied.
You look tired,” Rachel told Jason. “I wish I could jog and sleep at the same time.” “Can’t you?” Ferrin asked, joining them at the little cascade. “I always imagined that you could sleep rolling down a mountainside in a barrel.” “I probably could today,” Jason conceded.
You should keep following him. He’s the real mastermind. Shoo. Go hide.” No response. “Okay, how about you stand guard while I sleep. Keep the giants away. Sound good? All in favor, hold perfectly still. Fine, I guess we have a deal.
Some imagine the difference between heaven and hell to be a matter of geography. Not so. The difference is much more evident in the individuals who dwell there.
