— Animorphs

"Oh, come on, Marco," Cassie chided gently. "Its an opportunity to try out a new morph!" "Yeah," Jake chided. "Instead of being home doing math homework, you get to turn into a wolf. Are you going to tell me youd rather be doing equations?" "Lets see," Marco considered. "Math? Or becoming a wolf and going off to find aliens? Maybe I should ask the school counselor what she thinks. Its such a common problem. Im sure shed have some good advice."

"Be happy for me, and for all who fly free."

"Hello?" I turned around. It was an older human. He was paler than Marco, but other features were similar. Marco had warned me to say nothing to his father but "yes" and "no." "No," I said to Marcos father. "Im Marcos dad. Are you a friend of his?" "Yes." "Whats your name?" "No," I answered. "Your name is No?" "Yes." "Thats an unusual name, isnt it?" "No." "Its not?" "Yes." "Yes, its not an unusual name?" "No." "Now Im totally confused." "Yes." Marcos father stared at me. Then, in a loud voice he yelled, "Hey, Marco? Marco? Would you... um... your friend is here. Your friend No is here." "No," I said. "Yes, thats what I said." Marco came running down the stairs. "Whoa!" he cried. "Um, Dad! You met my friend?" "No?" Marcos father said. "What?" Marco asked. Marcos father shook his head. "I must be getting old. I dont understand you kids." "Yes," I offered."

"I, Elfangor, was going to become a great warrior, a prince, a hero."

"Alloran said with a slight sneer."

"I hated the way they all felt sorry for me. All they could see was that I was not what I used to be. All they saw was that I had no home. But they didnt really understand. I hadnt had a real home since my parents died. I was used to being alone. And I had the sky."