I wished that, for once, faery tales – real faery tales, not Disney fairy tales – would have a happy ending.

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.

A little warning would’ve been nice. You couldn’t have said, ‘Hey, as part of your training today, I’m going to beat you senseless’?

It's not the physical scars that are the most painful.

When I wrote my first story, all the characters were teenagers because I think 16, 17 is a great age.

You are my heart, my life, my entire existence.

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