Are we immortal?" he paused in his exploration of her skin.Mischief shone in her eyes. "Want me to shoot you and find out?

Well, look what the scamp has dragged home with her. Pirates, henchmen and naughty, naughty men—" A soft whack noise was followed by a startled squawk, as a tea towel hit Nessy in the face. She pulled the cloth down, shooting daggers at her lifetime companion."What was that for?"Nan tapped her chin. "You're drooling dear, might want to mop up a bit.

I hate you, wardrobe. But here is what's going to happen. I will close the doors, say a magic word, open the doors, and you will present me with a suitable evening gown. Work, dammit.

The book didn't want to be copied?I should introduce it to the house that doesn't want any occupants.

Books were my escape, they transported me to other worlds without step-mothers.