When I was a little kid, before I learned how to write, I would tell stories.

Don’t be a hero,” I told him sternly. “Protect yourself.

Oh yeah. That's why. Like a fairy tale. I was marrying the Prince. I just happened to be in love with the pauper.

When I said it aloud, it sounded terribly creepy, which is why I had said it aloud.

I have a screened in porch, and it's nice to curl up with a book outside when it's raining, especially an old battered classic like 'Pride & Prejudice & Zombies.

My only experience with dances was what I had seen on TV, but it really wasn’t that far off. The theme appeared to be “Crepe Paper in the Gymnasium,” and they had mastered it perfectly.

How did you even know I wasn't in my room?" "I checked on you." Finn gave me a look like I was an idiot. "I check on you every morning." "You check on me when I'm sleeping?" I gaped at him. "Every morning?" He nodded. "I didn't know that." "Why would you know that? You're sleeping," Finn pointed out.