An old childhood playmate once told me ‘second guessing every step prevents any forward momentum. Trust yourself. Forgive yourself. And move on.

Is he evil?" the dog asked, an eager gleam in his wide brown eyes. "If he's evil, I'd be happy to eat him for you.

A Baba Yaga never breaks a promise. Legs, yes. Hearts, occasionally. But never a promise.

The princess requests your princess at the Kronig. She says…” Bendsten paused, a smile curling his normally taciturn expression into one of humor. “One kidnapping deserves another.

So while the world thinks of you as a real-life Bruce Wayne with hundreds of millions in the bank and models draped across your arm, you’re really Batman, aligned with the Resistance, and you kidnapped me for your own good?”“Exactly,” he said.“Isn’t that what an assassin would say in such circumstances?” She batted her eyelashes.

You don't pity a warrior for her scars, because scars are proof of survival and victory.

As it so happens, Mr. Jest, I’ve sometimes come to believe as many as six impossible things before breakfast…

Dear Grimm, we’re not in Emerald anymore.” I started to hyperventilate.Rexi remained sprawled on her back. She barely opened an eye at my hysterics. “Duh.

First, I spit out a mouthful of dirt. Then, I screamed at the sky. “That’s it! I’ve had it! Everything is trying to kill me! All I did was make one stupid wish. Aladdin made three. I’m the hero of this story, so where’s my happy ending, already? It’s not fair.”Rexi bent over, trying to catch her breath. “You know what’s not fair? Spending Muse Day as a toad just because the kitchen ran out of frog legs. Or being volunteered for this little journey. So build a bridge, then make like a billy goat and get over it already because no one is listening.