Leave it to a boy to make the Faerie Realms look like a dump.

Lend.” “Lend?” Raquel asked. “Yes, as in, lend me your self.” He shimmered into Raquel again. “Why not Borrow?” I asked. “Better yet, Steal?

So, we’ve got a problem,” I said. “What?” Lend yelled. “We’ve got a problem!” I shouted. “No, I heard that. I mean, what’s the problem now?

He scowled at me."You aren't any fun." "Party pooper extraordinaire,that's me.

I'm fine." It's a lie. I am not fine. My head is a symphony of pain, a sadistic master maestro conducting an opus of excruciating, devastating perfecting.

Bleep if I was going to stage a rescue in a freaking pantsuit.

The only life I want is one with you.