When I said I'd follow you to hell and back, I wasn't trying to be literal, princess.

Some suggestions for you :

Do not blame me, Goodfellow. Grimalkin blinked, managing to sound bored and indignant at the same time. I was minding my own business long before you and the princess started humping like rabbits.

Watching him fling himself at the rabids, grinning demonically as he tore them limb from limb, reminded me too much of myself. That thing that I kept locked away, the beast that goaded me into raw animal rage and bloodlust. The part that made us dangerous to every human we encountered. The part that kept me from ever being with Zeke.

Oh, goodie," Puck said as I stepped forward. "I'm going to have a rash in the most uncomfortable places.

You know, I'm really starting to hate the insect life around here, he.

What is it with all these Iron Kings wanting to marry me?

Relax, oh paranoid one. I doubt there'll be Talon agents hiding in the potted plants.

Lost? I broke in. Lost how? Lost like you dropped it down the sink, or lost like it walked out the door and ran off into the woods?

Summer and Winter were not supposed to fall in love.

Your disbelief will cripple you, you think like that, human. Do not believe this impossible, or it will be.

Let me give you your first and most important lesson, Allison Sekemoto—you are a monster.

Hey, hot cheeks!" A hand smacked my ass and I shrieked. Spinning around, I glared at Dan Ottoman, a blond, pimply, clarinet player from band. He leered back at me and winked. "Never took you for a player, girl," he said, trying to ooze charm but reminding me of a dirty Kermit the Frog. "Come down to band sometime. I've got a flute you can play.

Godzilla was coming...

Even if I turned ninety, lost my mind and forgot everytging else, the memory of the Winter prince would be a shining beacon that would never fade.

I'm not her," I said, slipping my arm through his. "You're not going to lose me, I promise.