Bluh-huh-huh" Minho Groaned, A Shudder Of Repulsion,

Too Bad We Don't Have A Flashlight." "thanks For Stating The Obvious, Mr. Thomas," Minho Replied.

Such A Display Of Death - How Could It Be Considered A Victory?

I Sent A Lot Of Publishing Ideas To My Publisher, About 30 Of Them. Each Time Except 3, I Got A "rejection Letter". This Is Basically What A Rejection Letter Is Like: Hello Pathetic Moron, We Read Your Book. It Sucked. Don't Send Us Another One. If You Do, We Will Run Over Your Grandmother With A Bus. Don't Do It. From, Your Publisher

I Was Just Kidding, Shuck-face," Minho Said. "let's All Go Over There. She Could Have An Army Of Psycho Girl Ninjas Hiding In That Shack Of Hers." "psycho Girl Ninjas?" Newt Repeated, His Voice Showing He Was Surprised, If Not Annoyed, By Minho's Additude.

I Don't Think Anything's More Rewarding Than Hearing That You've Helped Someone Gain A Love Of Reading.