“ May your adventures bring you closer together, even as they take you far away from home. ”
Rules and school are tools for fools! I don't give two mules for rules.
~ Trenton Lee Stewart
Nicholas Benedict did have an exceptional gift for knowing things (more exceptional, in fact, than most adults would have thought possible), and yet not even he could know that this next chapter was to be the most unusual-and most important-of his entire childhood. Indeed, the strange days that lay ahead would change him forever, though for now they had less substance than the mist through which he ran.
You've read half the books in this house? This whole house? Well, approximately half. Sticky said. To be more accurate, I suppose I've read more like - his eyes went up as he calculated - three sevenths? Yes, three sevenths. Only three sevenths? said Kate, pretending to look disappointed. And here I was prepared to be impressed.
Now listen, we need to be quiet as mice. No, quieter than that. As quiet as . . . as . . .” “Dead mice?” Reynie suggested. “Perfect,” said Kate with an approving nod. “As quiet as dead mice.
