He smiled at my reaction, the stupid smile of his that was like he knew something you didn’t. And he knew something I didn’t pretty much all the time, so it was pretty much every smile on his face.

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.

In the interest of not pissing you off anymore tonight, let's not select that particular playlist.

Are you Evelyn Green?” “Sort of. Mostly. I mean, legally. Again, sort of.

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

It's a good thing we're pretty to look at," I said as Lend sat down on the orange plastic seats next to me. "Because we don't have much else going for us as bowlers.

You just can't help topping your own levels of crazy,can you?