James Patterson: Max (page 2)

“I'm gonna barf," I whispered to Fang, wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans.
You'll be fine," he whipered back. "You always are.
I'm gonna die," I moaned.
You can't die," he said a hint of a smile in his voice."You're the indesructible Max.”

“Max?” said the Gasman. “Are those, um, rats?”
Lovely. “Yes, those do appear to be either rats or mice on steroids,” I said briskly, trying not to shriek and climb the walls like a girly-girl.”

“My invite must have gotten lost in the mail," she said venomously. "But I don't mind crashing this party.

-Maximum Ride talking to Max II”

“Max-Dogs, dogs, go away, let me live another day.”

“Jackpot, Max! Jackpot!" It was Fang and he was giggling hysterically.
For those of you just joining us, Fang doesn't giggle, esspecially hysterically.”

“what was fang going to do BLOG about max throwing herself into space so she wouldn't have to kiss him again? NO instead he smashed his fist against the cave wall then grimaced at the pain and stupidity seeing his bloodied knuckles”

“Dead Max was the biggest oxymoron in history.”

“I love you Max,"Fang said…"God, Max I love you so much."
I know. I thought. I've always known”

“What test?" Asked Nudge.
"Max, you're incorruptible."
"Only by power." I said. "You haven't tried chocolate yet.”

“Max-I'm not going to die today.”

“They aren't the brightest crayons in the box
-Max(saving the world and other extreme sports)”

“You're just here for the ride. For the incredible, indescribable Maximum Ride.
--Max's Voice”

“I wouldn’t trust you if you were the last life raft leaving the Titanic.”-max”

“You can call me Agent Mickelson,' he told me with a smile. 'What about you? Is Max short for something? Maxine?'
'No, Dean. It's just Max.”

“He gives my hand a tight squeeze, but that desperation, that urgency between us is gone. No insecurities. Max and Fang. Fang and Max. No longer a question. We just are.”

“Fang? Are you- like Max?" asked Dr. Martinez.
"Nope,"he said, sounding bored. "I'm the smart one."
I resisted the urge to kick him in the shin.”

“Hi, Max," she said, pushing her shades up onto her curls.
"I hope your wearing sunscreen," i said, “your gonna have hella wrinkles by the time your ten.”
“Want some daiquiri?” she offered, pointing at a blender.
“Is it traitor flavored?” I asked.”

“Jeb climbed the ladder Fang had just lowered and I indulged in a moments fantasy about someone slamming the trapdoor on his head.”-max”

“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”