Hit that back-stabber where it hurts, right in the ambition.

So, what did you get for me?" Angeline paused for a beat. "Jeans." "What?" croaked Artemis. "And a T-shirt.

Connor Broekhart was born to fly, or more accurately he was born flying.

Let us proceed under the assumption that the fairy folk do exist, and that I am not a gibbering moron.

I am not exuding anything," said Holly through gritted teeth. Orion tapped her shoulder. "I beg to differ. You're exuding right now, a wonderful aura. It's pastel blue with little dolphins.

How did that go?’ he asked. ‘Your first lengthy conversation with a girl your own age?’ ‘Fabulous,’ said Artemis, voice dripping with sarcasm. ‘We’re planning a June wedding.

'Insanity... I like it."