You want to kill me, don’t you? And here I thought you and your friends were so righteous. You are just as capable of evil as anyone. Perhaps more so. Yet you believe your brand of evil is justified, so long as it serves your own misguided purposes.” –Saint Dane
I was disappointed in Coop. He hated being bored and so did I. He was always looking for different things to do and coming up with new adventures that kept us moving. That was his job.
I’ve made mistakes. More than my share. Hopefully, I’ve learned from them, but can’t guarentee anything. There’s only one thing I can promise. I’m taking this to the end.” -Bobby Pendragon
Aja gave Loor an up and down once-over. She then said, “Is Loor a man’s name or a woman’s name?” Ouch. Loor answered, “It is the name of a legendary hero on Zadaa. A woman.” Really?” Aja said. “What did she do that was so heroic?” She killed her enemies and ate them.
I felt as if I learned a few things. I learned that it’s sometimes okay to think like a weenie, so long as you don’t act like one—at least not all the time. I learned that it’s okay to be wrong, as long as you can admit it and are willing to listen to those who may know better.
Do you know how hard it is to gather seventy thousand people? Especially people who are confused and scared that they might be eaten by hungry dinosaurs?
I went to the four levers. None of them were marked. There was only one way to figure out which one was the right one. I had to call upon all my Traveler experience and special powers to figure it out. It’s called…Eenie, meenie, miney…mo!” -Bobby Pendragon
There were eleven of us. Each more different than the next. All with the same mindset. Things weren’t the way they were meant to be. It was our job to make things right. We were the soldiers of Halla. It was time for us to take it back.
Trolling for girls at the beach was okay by me, but I didn’t want it to be our sole focus. Besides, the girls I liked had more interesting things to do than spend every waking moment sitting around at the beach comparing tans.
I knew what Saint Dane was sensing. I knew why he was confused. he thought I was done. He thought we were done. He was wrong, and that’s what he was sensing. He felt our presence.
