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

The doorknob twisted. “I’m coming with you.” I ran over and held it shut. “No, you are so not. We can’t carry your unconscious body around the Center. Besides, I need you here. If something goes wrong, I can’t handle you getting hurt.” “Wait, so it’s okay if I get hurt?” Jack asked. “Yes,” I snapped at the same time as Lend and Arianna. “As long as you’re sure, then,” Jack muttered.

Planning is not my friend. Impulse is.

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

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

Apparently being a mermaid is dead dull. I watched The Little Mermaid with her once a few years ago—she thought it was freaking hilarious. She couldn’t stop laughing about the shell-bra thing, given that mermaids aren’t mammals. Plus, as she put it, Prince Eric was far too hairy and “peach colored” for her taste. I always thought he was pretty hot, but then again, I am a mammal.

Jack shook his head. "Not one of my many talents, sadly. But if you have a cherry stem I can show you a really cool one.