Hoyt was by himself right under one of the portable lights rigged up for the occasion. He had his hands thrust in his pockets, and he looked more serious than I’d ever seen him. There was something strange about the sight, and after a second I figured out why. It was one of the few times I’d ever seen Hoyt alone.

Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eying us side by side in the mirror. "Sure is, girlfriend." Eric grinned at me.

He looked like he'd just seen the Ghost of You Better Shut Your Mouth.

God bless the American spectator.

Most humans were on one big island, to the fairies, and that island was adrift on a sea called I Totally Don’t Care.

I often cried when I got angry; I hated that. Crying just made you look weak, no matter what triggered it.

Not one man in a million would have allowed me the time without speaking. I opened my mind, let my gaurd down completely, relaxed. His silence washed over me. I stood, closed my eyes, breathed out the relief that was too profound for words.