Lost in Babylon Quotes

“Whoa, don't assume, dude," Marco said. "My mom always said, when you assume you make an ass of u and me--”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“A problem that seems unsolvable always looks different in the light of a new day.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“To quote Alfred Einstein: ‘a follower tells, but a leader shows.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“ninjas on steroids,”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“I DON’T THINK so.” I blinked upward into Cass’s face. His hair was haloed by a fluorescent ceiling light. I was in a glaringly bright room with puke-green walls and a tiled floor. My arm was attached to an IV stand, and by the wall was a wheeled table with beeping medical machines. “Huh?” I said. “You called me Mom. I said, ‘I don’t think so.’” “Sorry,” I said. “The Dream.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“We were family,” Cass said softly. “We were all we had. And now we have nothing.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“Someday, I knew, I would have to forget. But I would never forgive.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“PINEAPPLE”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“And die here at age fourteen?”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“You dragged me to safety,” Marco said. “Jack is the definition of awesomesauce.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“when you assume you make an ass of u and me—”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“If we’re going to die either way, there’s no difference. At some point you have to trust somebody.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“She’s hot and smart,” Marco said. “So, you think she’s hot, too?” Aly said. Daria turned to Marco with a smile. “Not hot. Is cool in the morning.” I looked at the ground to avoid cracking up.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“I may be dead by the time you return.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“But don’t expect me at your funeral.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“Death. Toast. The story of our lives.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“Honestly, I think that girl reads minds as a hobby.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“a follower tells, but a leader shows.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“The head of the Massa,” I said, “is my mom.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“They were actually going to keep all four of us together. Tinker, Tailor, Sailor, Traitor.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“But his evil brother Massarym—a dark young man, of course, because dark is the color of villains, yes?”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“We have reports of a small stink bomb near the Euphrates that nuked all wildlife within a hundred-yard radius.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“As she ran off, Aly and Cass sank to the ground, exhaling with relief. I looked back the way we’d come. I could see through the gate and down a long, sloped path to the city plaza. Marco was nowhere in sight.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“I don’t mind,” I said. “My mom was a really good athlete. She liked to go on these exotic trips with her geologist friends. Dad didn’t like going so much. He’d stay home with me. That was before he had all these long business trips. Anyway, Mom spent months preparing for some hike in Antarctica. She was so excited. Dad and I were following her trek in the cold, through this awesome video feed, when a snowstorm hit . . . It was really bad. We could hear yelling. Then the yelling got drowned out by the wind. Dad says I started screaming, like I knew what was about to happen. The screen turned totally white . . . and then nothing . . .”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“Boys and girls,” Professor Bhegad said. “Meet Shelley.” CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN THE LETHARGIC LIZARD THE MACHINE BARKED a greeting halfway between a brack and a clonk. “You lost me, Professor Bhegad,” Marco said.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“Cass, Aly, and Marco were trapped in an invisible cage. And I was on the outside.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“Dude, you remember how to do long division?” Marco said. “You never got a calculator?”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“I HAVEN’T HAD the Dream in a long time. But it’s back. And it’s changed. It does not begin as it always has, with the chase. The woods. The mad swooping of the griffins and the charge of the hose-beaked vromaski. The volcano about to erupt. The woman calling my name. The rift that opens in the ground before me. The fall into the void. The fall, where it always ends. Not this time. This time, these things are behind me. This time, it begins at the bottom. I am outside my own body. I am in a nanosecond frozen in time. I feel no pain. I feel nothing. I see someone below, twisted and motionless. The person is Jack. Jack of the Dream. But being outside it, I see that the body is not mine. Not the same face. As if, in these Dreams, I have been dwelling inside a stranger. I see small woodland creatures, fallen and motionless, strewn around the body. The earth shakes. High above, griffins cackle. Water trickles beneath the body now. It pools around the head and hips. And the nanosecond ends. The scene changes. I am no longer outside the body but in. Deep in. The shock of reentry is white-hot. It paralyzes every molecule, short-circuiting my senses. Sight, touch, hearing—all of them join in one huge barbaric scream of STOP. The water fills my ear, trickles down my neck and chest. It freezes and pricks. It soothes and heals. It is taking hold of the pain, drawing it away. Drawing out death and bringing life. I breathe. My flattened body inflates. I see. Smell. Hear. I am aware of the soil ground into my skin, the carcasses all around, the black clouds lowering overhead. The thunder and shaking of the earth. I blink the grit from my eyes and struggle to rise. I have fallen into a crevice. The cracked earth is a vertical wall before me. And the wall contains a hole, a kind of door into the earth. I see dim light within. I stand on shaking legs. I feel the snap of shattered bones knitting themselves together. One step. Two. With each it becomes easier. Entering the hole, I hear music. The Song of the Heptakiklos. The sound that seems to play my soul like a guitar. I draw near the light. It is inside a vast, round room, an underground chamber. I enter, lifted on a column of air. At the other side I see someone hunched over. The white lambda in his hair flashes in the reflected torch fire. I call to him and he turns. He looks like me. Beside him is an enormous satchel, full to bursting. Behind him is the Heptakiklos. Seven round indentations in the earth. All empty.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon

“Welcome to Paradise,” Marco said softly. “Paradise Prison.”
― Peter Lerangis, Lost in Babylon