She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.

And over all those sleepy weeks, the dream always ended the same way, with the dragon coming for the princess saying the same words every time.... "Face it, Tally-wa, you're Special.

That's how things were out here in the wild, she was learning. Dangerous or beautiful. Or both.

He makes me feel like that. Like flying.

We don't always get to choose what we love.

there was a beautiful princess with a prince kissing her lips only the prince was totally ugly

The man was allergic to sleep.