His eyes are shot; his arm is broken; the magic has left them all. But Alex takes a stance from eidetic memory and snarls: “I know kung fu.” Quan-Ti, immortal, hesitates. Behind Alex, Amadeus...
“This is Dylan we’re talking about,” says Daniel. “Dylan. The girl Dylan. You know? Our friend Dylan?” “I saw what I saw,” says Philip. “She was hurting them after they gave up. N...
“I liked it!” says Alex, as they push out the back exit. “Everyone liked it, nobody’s saying they didn’t like it,” says Tyler. “IT WAS A 112-MINUTE STROBE-LIT CINEMATIC ORGASM,” D...
Tyler whips around and reaches over, pulling himself along an invisible line; he’s up on his toes and his body moves like a slide rule. Behind him, the ninjas have caught some kind of sync...
The Chosen Ones are bruised and dull-eyed: their knuckles are blood-blackened and their nostrils are white. Their muscles slide over each other like great rusting cables, smooth but shrieking. Th...