Can You Giggle While Racing For Your

Ultimately, A Great Thriller Is A Roller Coaster Ride. I Like To Think That's A Promise I Have Never Failed To Keep, And One That I'd Say Has Served My Books Well.

It Is My Time. The Time Of Maximum Ride.

I Flipped Down The Visor So I Could Check Myself In The Mirror, And Something Small And Heavy Dropped Into My Lap. I Froze, My Breath Stuck In My Throat. What—? Gingerly, I Looked Down. It Wasn’t A Grenade. It Was A Key Ring. One Key Was For This Van. I Looked At It Blankly. “well, That’ll Simplify Things,” Fang Said.

Part 1- In Search Of Hot Chocolate-chip Cookies

We Probably Looked Like Starving Orphan Children. Hey! We Were Starving Orphan Children.