And it was pretty clear that no prince was showing up, or at least that he was really late.

He turned to face her again, his late-pretty composure crumbling. "But you're..." "Pretty? Think again." She smiled. "I'm Tally Youngbood. My mind is very ugly. And I'm taking your car.

Wow," came a familiar voice, "Hypochondriac killed the cat." -Dess

No matter how far from the war we run, it always catches up with us.

Her only way home was to betray her friend.

What if destiny doesn't care?

God, you mean I lost my virginity to the apocalypse?" Morgan sighed again. "The whole thing was really embarrassing; my parents sent me to Brooklyn when they found out." She shrugged. "I thought I’d be safe in a gay bar, okay? What were you doing in there anyway?" Lace looked at me sidelong. "You were where?" I took a sip of beer, swallowed it. "I, uh, hadn’t been in the city...very long. I didn’t know.