Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices.

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Elves apparently had a short childhood. Not like witches, who seemed to take forever to grow up, according to Jenks.

Sure, it was nice now, but eventually there would be running and screaming and blood on the floor.

If he betrays you, I will finish what I started with his fingers," he said, and I shivered. "Tell him that.

Maybe if I didn't say anything about what happened, we could get back to the way we were. Ignoring a problem was a perfectly acceptable way to deal with it, as long as both people agree never to bring it up again.

My eyes widened at the ball of orange fluff squeezing out from under the counter, blinking and stretching. I looked again, not believing. “It’s a cat,” I said, winning the Pulitzer prize for incredible intellect.