Quoleena Sbrocca

“There are ten abilities, but no one has more than one—except me. I’m different that way. I have…more.”“You mean you have all ten.”I shrug my shoulders and nod. “And you say you’re different, huh?”“I am. I’m the only one—at least the first one,” I add, remembering what Sir Theo suggested about me being a more evolved species. A smile drifts to my mouth but fades when I notice Max staring at me with such disinterest that I become embarrassed.“I see. So is it just you who likes to think you’re special or all the teens in your world?”“What is that supposed to mean?”“Forget it. I guess I’m just trying to figure you out.”

“I shall yield a rifle of fury, loaded with the justice of time and the raging storm of my soul!”

“I am not so delicate as that. And I would only require one thing of you, if our camaraderie is to be cemented."“Anything,” I say, relieved that I haven’t lost a chance at my first real friendship. "If ever I begin to follow you about in the manner of Mirabella to Baldric, be so loyal as to smack me about the face until I regain my senses and dignity.”