But you don't belong here! You're dead!" I sobbed against his chest. "Zo, babe, this is the Otherworld. It's not me who doesn't belong here-it's you.

I felt like I was hobbling, like one oof the old crones from Act I of Macbeth - God knows my hair felt scraggy enough that I must have looked the part.

Who knew hitting my head and passing out would be so much fun?

We got boobies!" the kid me said, gawking at my chest. "I'm really glad we got boobies. Finally.

Life isn't a book. There's no guarantee of a happy ending.

Can I flirt with another guy to make him jealous?" "Oh no." She laughed, still holding my hands. "That will unleash something you can't handle. You don't mess with men that way.

Christ on a cracker. You raped Achilles!