I was a huge bookworm as a kid, and you could usually find me reading something with a dragon on its cover.

Me? Robin Goodfellow, a family man? He, not likely, ice-boy. I mean, think of what that would do to my reputation. Glamour shimmered around him, and he gave us a wink. Later, lovebirds. Gimme a heads up when the kid arrives. 'Uncle Puck' will be waiting.

You will always be a monster - there is no turning back from it. But what kind of monster you become is entirely up to you.

My fall began, as many stories do, with a girl.

And I swear, if there is a way for us to be together, I will find it. No matter how long it takes. If I have to chase your soul to the ends of eternity, I won't stop until I find you, I promise.

Be careful, boy. In some tales, the hero gets eaten by the monster after all .

Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?