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.

Listen, you bubblehead-up-until-five-minutes-ago.

Her only way home was to betray her friend.

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.

The world needed more fireworks- especially now that there was going to be a shortage of beautiful, useless things.

Life doesn't come with an instruction manual.

Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.