A woman who’s lived in a cage all her life. And hates it. Bored in there, aren’t you. Waiting for life to happen. And when it finally does, it steals from you what you loved most. So take back. Explode. Lash out. Blow up

You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.

If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?

People treat you as badly as you let them treat you. Key word there: let.

How dare the embodiment of her worst nightmare come packaged as her hottest fantasy?

I'm a bartender. I like recipes. They're concretes. Was the drink recipe for seduction one shot charm and two shots self-deception, shaken, not stirred?

And now she was just Gabby, currently staying in a dreamy, magnificent castle in Scotland with a Fae prince who did all kinds of non-nasty, non-inhuman things like tearing up lists of names, and returning tadpoles to lakes, and saving people's lives. Not to mention kissing with all the otherwordly splendor of a horny angel.