I'm Really Not Good With

When She Left For A Third Time And Returned With A Giant Box, I Started To Get Irate. "what Is This?" I Demanded, Taking It From Her. It Felt Like It Had Bricks In It. "grandmother Needs You To Carry Some Things," Paul Told Me. "yes," I Said Through Gritted Teeth. "i Sort Of Figured That Out Fifty Pounds Ago.

Promises. I Was Drowning In Promises.

Stick." I Said In Russian. I Had No Clue What The Word For Stake Was. I Pointed At The Silver Ring I Wore And Made A Slashing Motion. "stick. Where?" He Stared At Me In Utter Confusion And Then Asked In Perfect English, "why Are You Talking Like That?

My Death Will Not Be Penciled On Someone's Calendar.

Me, I Always Wanted Frost Power.” “frost Power?” “yeah.” Seth Gestured Dramatically Toward My Coffee Table. “if We’re Talking Superhero Abilities. If I Had Frost Power, I Could Wave My Hand, And Suddenly That Whole Thing Would Be Covered In Ice.” “not Frost?” “same Difference.” “how Would Frost And/or Ice Power Help You Fight Crime?” “well, I Don’t Know That It Would. But It’d Be Cool.