Something was still missing. Controlling the plane, Nashville couldn’t help but feel what a conductor must feel using a baton to direct a symphony. But Nashville didn’t want to conduct the music. Nashville wanted to be the music. He wanted to tap-dance across the notes of the page, to visit each black circle on the sheet music like a hummingbird visits each flower. He wanted to fly.–Beyond the Laughing Sky by Michelle Cuevas
“I practice levitation,” Theo said, “As in, making things float in the air. You saw my work earlier today.”
“I love learning about transformation,” Ridley added. She pulled a top hat off a nearby shelf, moved it behind her wheelchair, and when it reappeared it had become a book with a top hat on the cover. “I like to change objects from one to another.”
“And I escape!” Leila said. “Dad, can you please chain me upside down in a tank full of water?”
“I can, and I will – when you turn eighteen,” Mr. Vernon said.–The Magic Misfits by Neil Patrick Harris
Oz wasn’t too scared of rats in general, but this rat was different — it was smoking.