Trickster, love will be the end of you.

Trickster, love will be the end of you.

And who are you supposed to be? the King of snot-nosed delinquents?

How ironic, she thought, as she fell to her certain death, that at that moment she would have given anything to be a giant goose again.

Puck turned to Sabrina. "What is she doing down there?" Hiding, I guess." Puck leaned down and poked his head under the seat. "I found you." Ms. Smirt shrieked. Puck lifted himself up to his full height and laughed. "She's fun." He leaned back down and she screamed again. "I could do this all day. Can I keep her?

I'm going to teach you the art of swordsmanship-or in other words, how to totally kill someone with a sharp, pointy thing.

The night is young, and by the grace of magic, so are we.