Jack was balancing a spoon on his nose when I walked in. "You," I said knocking it off his face. "Me!" He answered cheerfully.

My life is a black hole of boredom and despair." "So basically you've been doing homework." "Like I said, black hole.

I opened the door and Lend smiled. 'They look better on you.' 'Wow, they must look just awful on you then.' I smiled back.

Wake up,' a voice like water rippling over rocks whispered in my ear.

...I don't understand this gap you see between us, but can't you meet me somewhere in the middle?" "The middle of what?" "I don't know, the middle of tomorrow and forever, the middle of life and death, the middle of normal and paranormal. Where we've always been." I bit my lip, nodding against his forehead. "There's a place for us there, right?" "Always." He put his lips to mine, sealing our own little spot in the world. Together.

Ah, stupid, you know I love you, too.

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.