The mighty hunter," I quipped as we snuck out the backdoor, escaping into the yard. "He can take down vicious rabids and rampaging boars, but one old lady can make him flee in terror.""One scary old lady," he corrected me, looking relieved to be out of the house. "You didn't hear what she told me when I got up - you're so cute I could put you in a pie. Tell me that's not the creepiest thing you've ever heard." His voice climbed a few octaves, turning shrill and breathy. "Today for dessert, we have apple pie, blueberry pie and Ezekiel pie.

Fear was the knowledge of pain, the awareness that you could be hurt, that you could die.

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

There are only those you can live with, and those you can work to change.

Overall, Id say I was an awesome bookseller, but probably not the best book shelver. I loved recommending books and helping people find books.

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

I know what it’s like to miss someone. To feel like you’re just…wandering around, lost.