I turned to Astrid, who was looking up at something in a tree in front of her. I tried to walk as fast as I could, but I was still getting used to my old body. Though I looked—and felt—seventy years old, I was actually nineteen. Astrid Albright, who is the same age as me, had her whole life to ad...
It was late and he was exhausted; tonight had been too weird for him. He rubbed his big belly and lay down on his bed. The walls of his room were covered with posters for videogames, anime, and movies—pretty much anything considered popular. That’s not to say he was a slave to popular trends. In ...