Mama says I spend too much time in little fantasy worlds and not enough in this one.

First time's a fluke; second time's a coincidence," said Velius. "Third time's tradition," finished Erik.

May we all be doomed to a happy life.

No," Wednesday agreed. "You have tortured with silence. You let her grieve for a soul she did not lose, mourn a heart that should not have broken, and berate herself for betraying the man she loves...with the man she loves. It can't be 'true' love without the truth, Rumbold.

The curse of an interesting life: there are either very good times or very bad times.

Your fey cousin here has the miraculous ability to hold his liquor--and mine, and yours, and the king's, and half the country's, I expect.

Do you still look at each other like you once did, back at the beginning of the story when everything was a question you were too afraid to find the answer to?