How come princesses always have some huge flaw that can cause their downfall?

There is no such thing as a soulmate...and who would want there to be? I don't want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul.

Cinderella!" Dov cried. "Let down your hair!

The best is when we all go at once, like an army of interrelated popcorn zombies who laugh the same laughs and gasp the same gasps and aren’t so germ-phobic with each other that we won’t share a ginormous Coke with one straw. Family is useful like that.

Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar

The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.

The only use she has for the word fun is to make the word funeral.