QUOTE : Quentin and I crawled outside the building and flopped onto the grass. I was bleeding from a gash across my forehead that he promised would seal itself and disappear within minutes, as long as I didn’t die first. With the way I felt, we’d have to wait and see.<br /><br />Quentin grabbed his own fingers and pulled, relocating his joints. The popping noise made me want to vomit.<br /><br />“Dear god,” I croaked. “How did . . . why was that . . . so hard?”<br /><br />“He was an identical copy of me,” Quentin said. He spat a bloody tooth out to the side. “What were you expecting, a pushover?”<br /><br />I watched his blood sink into the ground and sprout a little daisy with perfect white petals. Whatever. I was beyond surprise when it came to Quentin at this point.