Reth laughed. I punched him. It hurt. Me, not him, unfortunately.

Give me a mirror.Or holy water. I'll drink it,even!" I gasped as someone threw water on the side of my face. "A little warning next time would be nice.

This particular type of human carries weapons slightly more lethal than your beloved pink monstrosity

I—What on earth just happened?” “Well, nothing on Earth, obviously.

Jack jumped off the couch, pulling his shirt back on. "Next time,if you'd like, I'll just come without one," he said,grinning at me.

You cannot control faeries. Can. Not. They aren't logical or rational. They don't obey the same laws (physical, social, emotional, traffic - you name it) that we do.

Reth looked exasperated. “When is something ever not wrong in your life?” I frowned. “That’s my line.