There is something about that moment when you decide to run away. The recognition that you are in danger. That the danger is too great to face. Or that at least it represents too great a risk for too little payoff. In that moment you become prey. And all the instincts of prey come rushing up from the deep brain. Fear. And worse, growing, accelerating fear.

Life, even in Everworld, wasn't a romance novel. I guess romance writers imagine that being rescued is a big rush, a kind of thrill that will just send you into a state of uncontrollable desire. But here I was, all alone with a shockingly handsome man who had just saved my life. A knight, no less. And mainly I just felt tired.

Senna reached for David's hand. I got up, dragged my chair over, and shoved in between them. This brought a faint nod from Merlin. ~Everworld, Enter the Enchanted

Jake, I don't want to be a bug. I've been a gorilla, an osprey, a dolphin, a seagull, a trout, of all things, a lobster... and I'm probably forgetting a few. Gorilla was fun. Dolphin was fun. Osprey was fun. Ant? Not fun. Basically, bugs are a bad idea."Jake shrugged. "I was a flea. That was no big thing...."Jake? Do you ever listen to yourself?"-Animorphs #5, The Predator page 36

Must I carry this?" he asked, indicating his empty coffee cup."No, you can just throw it away."Bad choice of words. Ax threw the coffee cup. He threw it hard. It hit one of the cashiers in the head."Hey!"Sorry, it was an accident, man," I yelped.-Animorphs #5, The Predator page 20

Well, I'm guessing hat in about two centuries or so, humans will discover zero space and make transponders. Whatever they are. But in the meantime, I'm going to have a sandwich."-Animorphs #5, The Predator page 34

Then he drank the coffee."Ahhh! Ohh! Oh, oh, oh, what? What? What is that?!""What?" I asked, alarmed. I swiveled my head back and forth, looking for some danger."A new sense. It... I cannot explain it. It is... it comes rom this mouth." He pointed at his mouth. "It happened when I drank thsi liquid. It was pleasant. Very pleasant."-Animorphs #5, The Predator page 19

I was busy watching my taped reruns of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood," Marco said, giving Rachel a sly look. "Last night, it was the one where it was a beautiful day in the neighborhood.

Compared to a cat, the best gymnast who ever lived is like a big staggering cow or something.

Why wouldn't I be ready to have a hawk hand me a mouse? Just your normal kind of thing to deal with.