Super Sidekicks 1: No Adults Allowed

I never asked for visions, I was one. In my future, I see myself regal and glorious, luminescent with the glow of my god.

It’s All Hallows’ Eve in London, and the street that stretches before her is empty, quiet except for the soft thud of her boots on the sidewalk and the rustle of autumn leaves plucked by the wind.

Grayson and Jameson Hawthorne knew the rules.

Tell me again about the first time the two of you played chess in the park.” Jameson’s face was candlelit, but even in the scant light, I could see the gleam in his dark green eyes.

When I was a kid, my mom constantly invented games.

“We need to talk about your eighteenth birthday.”

Before I say anything, I’d just like to make one thing perfectly clear: I didn’t stab anyone.

The first time the scion of House Dragon painted the eyeless girl, he was only six years old.

When they asked me what I wanted, I said: ‘The world.’

Halt and Will had been trailing the Wargals for three days. The four heavy-bodied, brutish creatures, foot soldiers of the rebel warlord Morgarath, had been sighted passing through Redmont Fief, heading north.

My name is May Wong. I am ten years old (nearly eleven), and I have become a spy in order to save the world.

After the Hands on a Van contest, Rodrick and his bandmates realized they weren't gonna be playing shows any time soon. So they've been brainstorming OTHER ways to get their music out there.