It still might be a shock. To realize you are just one story walking among millions.
When in doubt, ingest carbs.
How come princesses always have some huge flaw that can cause their downfall?
The handwriting was a girl’s. I mean, you can tell. That enchanted cursive.
They were tricky, those demons. Could they be trusted? Of course they could be trusted. She'd created them. She owned them. They wouldn't lead her astray.
Life is funny, baby, and that's no joke