Inside Junior's it was peaceful. I can change that, I thought dryly.

Her elf is going to do just that,” he said, the red glow of the ever-after sun turning his hair auburn, almost as red as mine. “I did not work this hard at getting her to accept who she is to let you take your spoiled brat of a little-boy temper tantrum out on her. She stays on my side of the lines.

she had given me a piece of what made her life sane.

You should be dead," he said, his voice full of wonder. "How is it that you're still alive?" Jaw clenched, I worked at his grip on me, trying to get my fingers between him and my wrist. "I work hard at it.

He grinned. “That’s because pixies are ever-after. We’re magic, baby. Just ask Matalina.

Adjustment? She called that an adjustment? How about I adjust her right out of existence?

Gaily, if you can't demonstrate the ability to keep her alive, then I will take over her care and get you a dog instead." - Newt