I Don't Really Like Fairies.

This Was Good, Except That Now I Had Two Crazed, Burning Zombies Standing Between Me And The Exit, Plus Another One That Wasn’t On Fire. I Had Not Thought This Plan Through At All.

When I Was A Little Kid, Before I Learned How To Write, I Would Tell Stories.

I Heard You're Campaigning On My Behalf." He Walked Over To Me. "that Wouldn't Be Because You'd Miss Me Too Much If I Were Gone,would It?" "don't Be Absurd," I Scoffed. "i Don't Condone Murder, Even For People Like You." "people Like Me,huh?" He Cocked An Eyebrow. "you Mean Devilishly Handsome, Debonair Young Men Who Come To Sweep Rebellious Princesses Of Their Feet?" "you Came To Kidnap Me, Not Sweep Me Off My Feet," I Said,but He Waved His Hand At The Idea. "semantics.

Yeah, You're Probably Right," I Admitted And Slowly Pulled Myself Out From Underneath The Covers. "you Know, I Really Wish You'd Catch Onto The Fact That I'm Always Right.

A Foolish Man Thinks He Knows Everything. A Wise Man Knows He Doesn't," Finn Replied Absently, Still Looking Down At The Book. "that's Such A Fortune-cookie Answer," I Said With A Laugh, And Even He Smirked At Me.