“Registration Day' by Gavin Gunhold (1899— ) Toronto Review of Poetry, 1947 On registration day at taxidermy school I distinctly saw the eyes of the stuffed moose Move.” — Gordon Korman Copy Share Image
“He should earn a puffy-tail for helping and lose it for being mean,” Parker puts in. “At least then he breaks even.” — Gordon Korman Copy Share Image
“Hamilton was bug-eyed. "Who are those people?" Jonah held his head. "Man, I should have known it was a mistake to say I'd be… — Gordon Korman Copy Share Image
“After so many reversals of fortune today, they half expected a meteorite to hurtle from the sky and vaporize them if they dared to… — Gordon Korman Copy Share Image
For someone who's smarter than a supercomputer, sometimes you're a real idiot. — Gordon Korman Copy Share Image
“Why can't you just lie and cheat like the others?" Dan snapped. "Can't you just see that's better than being nice one minute and… — Gordon Korman Copy Share Image
“Dear Mr. Weston, Hello again. We were beginning to wonder what had happened to you. I guess things have been pretty quiet since the… — Gordon Korman Copy Share Image
“Amy took in the inspired look on her brother’s face. “That’s stealing!” Dan” — Gordon Korman Copy Share Image
Ian sighed wanly. "I once had the means to be gaga over art–before I found myself in a country where the standard of beauty… — Gordon Korman Copy Share Image
“It was no place for a Kabra, not even a poor one living in exile with a psychopathic cat. He approached the counter and… — Gordon Korman Copy Share Image
The key to the city of Florence was about two feet long, and painted a garish gold. Hamilton was fascinated by it. "Wow! How… — Gordon Korman Copy Share Image
We didn't stow away!" Dan protested. "You sunk our boat and pulled us out of the canal!" "Good point," Ian agreed. "Return them to… — Gordon Korman Copy Share Image
