I'm Sorry I Hurt Your Hand...with My

I'm Sorry I Hurt Your Hand...with My Face." -bobby Pendragon

Even At The End Of The Road, Read The First Sentence, There Is A Road. Even At The End Of The Road, A New Road Stretches Out, Endless And Open, A Road That May Lead Anywhere. To Him Who Will Find It, There Is Always A Road.

I Was Disappointed In Coop. He Hated Being Bored And So Did I. He Was Always Looking For Different Things To Do And Coming Up With New Adventures That Kept Us Moving. That Was His Job. Trolling For Girls At The Beach Was Okay By Me, But I Didn't Want It To Be Our Sole Focus. Besides, The Girls I Liked Had More Interesting Things To Do Than Spend Every Waking Moment Sitting Around At The Beach Comparing Tans.

Next Time You Wish To Feed Me Poison, Warn Me First," Loor Demanded. (the Merchant Of Death)

I Met Pendragon When I Made The Journey To The Far Desert. He Is From The Tribe Known As...as..." Loor Was Scrambling. Bokka Didn't Know About The Travelers. I Had To Bail Her Out. Yankees," I Said. "the Yankees Tribe." Hey, What Can I Say? It Was The First Thing That Came To Mind. "it's A Strong Tribe," I Added. "respected By All...except For Our Mortal Enemies, The Sox Tribe. They Hate Us. Especially The Red Ones. Cannibals. Nasty Characters.