I'm a powerful being... a wizard," Corny said. "So don't try anything." "Yes," said the little faery, blinking black eyes rapidly. "No. Try nothing.

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

It is my belief that books are living things.

His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.

You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

Everyone danced -- sweaty bodies packed tight, drunk with sound.

Mutually assured destruction.