Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.

Death’s favorites don’t die.

There’s people who do things and people who never do—who say they will someday, but they just don’t. I want to go on a quest. I’ve always wanted to go on a quest. And now that I have one, I’m not backing down from it. I’m not going home until it’s complete.

The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke.

You in trouble?” Sam asks. The way he says it, I wonder if he’s thinking about how to get out of here if I am.

No trouble ever got fixed late at night," he said. "Midnight is for regrets.

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.