Rachel, Rachel, Rachel,” he said, very still and unmoving. “Always jumping to the wrong conclusion. You’re like a frog, you know.

Do you have a sleeping bag?” I stared at him. “No. I lost it in the great salt-dip of ’06.

His attitude, though always bad, has changed since he helped me prep the Pandora charm for Morgan. He thinks I'm falling for her, as ridiculous as that sounds, and he might be tempted to take matters into his hands.

Just because I don't wear my heart on my sleeve - " "You don't even wear your heart in your chest.

It’s a cat. Boy, you couldn’t slip anything past me tonight.

She was only a year old, but elves grew up fast. Not like witches, who Jenks swore were not able to be on their own until they were thirty. Ahem.

Rachel, what do you do? Put an ad in the paper for trouble? (Glenn)