Jeezum—humans were like eggshells.
James PattersonIggy’s spine tightened, his face like ice. When he’d been at the School, they’d tried to surgically enhance his night vision. Now he was blind forever. Oops.
James PattersonIt’s, like, a safety bomb.”
-Iggy
Mots clés oxymoron
Even needing to get to Angel, we couldn’t forget the basic necessity of eating.
James PattersonMaybe he was a good a good whitecoat—like Jeb. And maybe the moon was made of cream cheese.
James PattersonIggy nodded. “I’m bummed we couldn’t use Big Boy,” he said. “But I don’t want to waste it. We have to actually see them first. I mean, you do.”
“Maybe tomorrow,” the Gasman said encouragingly. “We’ll go see what havoc we’ve wreaked.”
“Wrought.
A vet! I started laughing weakly and had to sit on the edge of the tub. A vet. Wait till they found out how appropriate that was.
James PattersonFang was going to kill me. And after I was dead, he would kill me again.
James PattersonWhen did they start coming after you?”
“Was it—was it after the oil- slick Hummer crash?” the Gasman asked Iggy tentatively.
My eyes widened. Oil-slick Hummer crash?
Iggy rubbed his chin, thinking.
“Or maybe it was more---after the bomb,” the Gasman said in a low voice, looking down.
“I think it was the bomb,” Iggy agreed. “That definitely seemed to tick them off.”
“Bomb?” I asked incredulously.
It’s wherever you are. If it’s tapped into any of your senses, it knows where you are and what you’re doing.”
Oh no, I thought, my spirits sinking. I hadn’t considered that. Did that mean nothing I did was ever anymore?
“Even in the bathroom?” the Gasman’s eyes widened with surprise.
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