It was morning by the time physical exhaustion set in in earnest for Peter - he might have hustled Natalie to sleep, but that was the only sleep anyone in his room had been getting. His arms burned, his mind was slowing and his eyes were starting to ache. Mentally, he felt a lot better: what fires there had been had mostly been managed or put out, ( Read more... )

( Mr. Peter Wiggin... )

Peter hadn't lied, strictly, when he'd told Topher he had homework to do. Sure, he wasn't entirely truthful about the meaning of 'homework' - that would have been stupid - but there were a few important things he had to do he'd been setting up for all last week ( Read more... )