“I squeezed my eyes shut so I wouldn’t have to look at my arm trailing away like the streamer on a bike handle. “I can’t be stuck like this!” I wailed. Visions of having to gnaw it off like a… — F.C. Yee Copy Share Image
“Another flash of light streamed through the windows and then faded. I didn’t feel the need to go outside and check that they were… — F.C. Yee Copy Share Image
“What he really needed was a weapon. A big, threatening, FU kind of weapon that would show everyone the Monkey King meant business.” — F.C. Yee Copy Share Image
“I was ready when Quentin approached me after school the following day. “Genie,” he said. “Please. Let me expl—moomph!” “Stay away,” I said, mashing the bulb of garlic into his face as hard as I could. I didn’t have any crosses or holy water at home. I had to work with what was available. Quentin slowly picked the cloves out… — F.C. Yee Copy Share
“Because it wasn’t enough to be accompanied by the beast who scared the crap out of every god in Heaven, Xuanzang was assigned a few more traveling companions. The gluttonous pig-man Zhu Baijie. Sha Wujing, the repentant sand demon. And the Dragon Prince of the West Sea, who took the form of a horse for Xuanzang to ride. The five… — F.C. Yee Copy Share
“Spiritual power isn’t just or merciful. It’s fair. That’s what makes it so dangerous.” — F.C. Yee Copy Share Image
“Quentin took a deep breath. “My true name,” he said, “ . . . is SUN WUKONG.” A cold wind passed through the open window, rustling my loose papers like tumbleweed. “I have no idea who that is,” I said. Quentin was still trying to cement his “look at me being serious” face. It took him a few seconds to… — F.C. Yee Copy Share
“The sheer amount of effort I was putting into these essays had to add up to something. It would be a violation of thermodynamics… — F.C. Yee Copy Share Image
“People shouldn't have everything they want. No one is entitled to their every desire. To live in balance, we must willingly decide not to… — F.C. Yee Copy Share Image
“This is bull crap!” I shouted. “I’m tired! I don’t have the energy for this!” “Genie,” Quentin said. “Please stop telling the swarm of… — F.C. Yee Copy Share Image
“Quentin and I crawled outside the building and flopped onto the grass. I was bleeding from a gash across my forehead that he promised… — F.C. Yee Copy Share Image
“You must give up your desire for someone to tell you your choices were correct in the end.” — F.C. Yee Copy Share Image
