I need your help," says the tiny figure. Her voice is sad and soft and sounds like Lila's, but with an odd accent that might just be how cats sound when they talk.

I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman--taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.

She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.

One fine day, in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other. They pulled out their swords and shot one another. One deaf cop, on the beat heard the noise, and came and shot the two dead boys.

Every hero is the villain of his own story.

You're a pretty cool customer, huh?" says Agent Hunt. "I hide my inner pain under my stoic visage." Agent Hunt looks like he would like to put his fist through my stoic visage.

She can’t help it. She loves the con. I tell myself I’m not like her, but I have to admit I love it too.