I only saw fire and chandeliers and smoke. No people. Not the room. Not even a time frame. Do you know how many chandeliers there are in the south wing alone? What was I supposed to do? Tell everyone to avoid chandeliers forever?

If Peter Pan had been real, he would've gone mad and killed everyone in Neverland.

That's kind of creepy.

I wanted to show you that it's not all cold and intimidating," Finn explained. "I wanted you to see something warm and beautiful.

I usually plan to read a book for a half-hour before bed, but then I end up staying awake until 3 A.M. to finish it. Fortunately, my dog doesn't mind when I keep the bedside lamp on.

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

Yeah, you're probably right," I admitted and slowly pulled myself out from underneath the covers. "You know, I really wish you'd catch onto the fact that I'm always right.