“Your head could fit in the muzzle of this thing," Vik said, awestruck. "Seriously. Come on and let's see." "I'm not sticking my head in a cannon thing. Stick your own head in." "I have highly temperamental hair. It'll get… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Tom just stood there, sword in hand, a huge grin on his lips. He stared at Medusa and Medusa stared at him, and in… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“You're a spelling bee champ, aren't you, White Fang? How do you spell, 'If I don't learn to speak to my betters with more… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“He had to live out the entirety of his life as Dalton Prestwick. It was really a worse fate than anything Tom could inflict… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“If I met a horse that looked like you, I’d find that horse attractive.” — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“That's lucky?" Tom repeated bitterly. "Lucky now means 'worst case scenario ever,' then. That's great. Good to know." "Sir," Blackburn corrected. "You outrank me.… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Is that the only way?" Tom asked her. "Vik and I tried net-sending with a thought interface during Programming once, but I couldn't concentrate… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Medusa's lips split with that challenging smile, and for a second he recognized her somehow, he knew her on some primal level, the same… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“There's a dead guy on our floor," Tom pointed out. "Yeah, that's Beamer, our neighbor." Vik stepped over Tom's bed, and kicked open a… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“What's being crazy like?" Wyatt blurted. "That depends, Enslow. What's being tactless and completely inappropriate like?” — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“He began to understand suddenly what friends were for: they reminded you that things weren't so bad after all. Reminded you never to stop… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“If there was a horse and the horse looked like you, I would find that horse attractive.” — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
“Are you guys seriously messing around with real weapons?" she exclaimed. "It's like you want Darwin Awards!" Tom flushed, and set his gun back… — S.J. Kincaid Copy Share Image
