James Patterson, fully James Brendan Patterson

Patterson, fully James Brendan Patterson

American Author known for his novels about fictional psychologist Alex Cross

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Walking over to Iggy, he poked him with his shoe. "Does anysing on you vork properly?" Iggy rubbed his forehead with one hand. "Well, I have a highly developed sense of irony." Ter Borscht tsked. "You are a liability to your group. I assume you alvays hold onto someone's shirt, yes? Following dem closely?" "Only when I'm trying to steal their dessert," Iggy said truthfully.

What are they teaching these thugs? -Why are there so many of them? -What is the Institute for Higher Aeronautics? -How many of the are there? There are only six of us! Why? -Why is DC public transportation so weird? -Why don't we mug those Eraser goons for money more often? -Fang's Blog

When 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.

World Destruction, Peace Love, Lost In Translation

You know, I guess I just don't like to talk a lot about sad things. Now you know my flaw. What good does it do to talk about sad things in the past?

You're lying through your fangs," Iggy accused. Fang tried to play innocent--but "innocent Fang" is an oxymoron, so it didn't work.

So the first thing we're gonna do," I told him, "is push you off the roof.

That was the funniest thing I'd heard in days. You're kidding, right? PLEASE tell me you have a stronger motive for me than 'fair is fair.' Life isn't FAIR, Dean....Nothing is fair, EVER. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. I need to help you because FAIR IS FAIR? Try, 'I need you to help me so I won't rip out your spine and beat you with it.' I MIGHT respond to that. MAYBE.

The vampire underworld is much larger than most people could imagine. It exists in all the cities mentioned in the book, but also in many, many more. Teenagers, especially, seem to like to act out vampire fantasies.

They call me, The Sharkalator.

WARNING: If you dare to read this story, you become part of the Experiment.

What are we but our stories?

When I wanted information, it was silent; when I didn't want to hear from it, it got chatty. It was alost as irritating as Fang.

Yeah sure,why not?"i said,making a mental note to get a good look at his wings. For all I knew, they were remote-controlled and duct taped to his back.? -max

You know, when you're right, that's all you get to be.

You're my best friend, my first and only love, and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen

So there you have it, the extent of my charms: brown hair and eyes like unbarfed chocolate. I'm a lucky girl." -Max

That'd be just what I need: a rash of car thefts across America, committed by dedicated readers.

The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is that life actually goes on.

They turned to Angel. "We will call you Little One," the leader said, obviously deciding to dispense with the whole confusing name thing. "Okay," said Angel agreeably. "I'll call you Guy in a White Lab Coat." He frowned. "That can be his Indian name," I suggested.

Was this normalcy-predictable patterns, the certainty of doing the same thing everyday? Because if so, normalcy was about to make me freak out and start screaming.

What are you doing here?? [NDR prison] Selling Girl Scout cookies,? I said. ?Want some? The Samoas are terrific.? (Max II to Max)

When I write I pretend I'm telling a story to someone in the room and I don't want them to get up until I'm finished.

Yeah, and so Max and Dylan are supposed to, like, go to Germany and have kids together," I heard Gazzy say. My eyes popped open and I bolted upright. "What?" Fang said, his voice icy. "Gazzy!" I yelled. Wide blue eyes looked at me in surprise, then back at Fang's stoic face. "Oh. Was I not supposed to say anything?" Gazzy asked.

You looove me. (holds out arms) You love me this much.

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American Author known for his novels about fictional psychologist Alex Cross