“Okay. Everybody here already knows us right? We’re Pottymouth and Stoopid, thanks to all of you. Those have been our nicknames since you gave them to us, like, forever ago. We’re the class clowns.
“’Kaori, all that stuff is just …’
“Ninety minutes ago, I was getting off the school bus. An hour ago, I saw a bird that might be a black swift. And now I’m standing in a kitchen, trying to shoot ice from my hands?” Noah Grow pg. 53 The Drake Equation by Bart King
“My heart was racing as I asked, ‘What do you think about your books being banned from our library?’
“ ‘Noch’ ved’m,’ I whisper to myself as I crouch in the rubble of our apartment building and watch the searchlights scraping the night, looking for those tiny planes, the U-2 trainers. Tatyana and I had both learned to fly these light biplanes, their four wings made of wood and canvas. Open cockpit. No parachutes. In these fragile machines the women of the 588th Regiment harass the Ger