If you wanted to play with fire, milady, you could have simply asked me for a kiss or three.

How can she create with all your negative energy?””Yeah, man. You’re bringing us down.””This is about as low as it gets,” Ariel said. “Where did you get those ridiculous black berets?”Moth adjusted his recently donned...

I have flown and fallen, and I have swum deep and drowned, but there should be more to love than “I survived it.

Could we wear spandex and blow things up?

The water and the wind will wear the wood down, until only water and wind remain.

She’s under duress,” Peaseblossom said.”I don’t care if she’s under duress, over it, or alongside it,” Moth said. “Nothing in this world supersedes cake.

The collar had restrained his winds but not killed them. They uncoiled from behind the shadows, ready to surround her, to lift her up, to carry her away with only Ariel’s silk-clad arms wrapped about...

The only reason I’m friends with any of you is because I outgrew the von Trapps, one annoying Austrian at a time.

Seek out the company of those who will never ask you to jump,” the earth advised.Bertie remembered the rush of feathers as she soared above the audience. “I can catch myself.””Of those whose love will...

This is a theater,” Bertie, annoyed by the inquisition, dropped him onto stage. Several feet of slack cable landed atop the fairy in a slithering heap.”Oh!” Peaseblossom said. “You’ve buried him alive!

What’s past is prologue, and the world awaits.

You’ve two birds to do your bidding, my fair huntress, but I want you to choose me, to love me above all others, to make the pain in my soul worthwhile… or I would be...

Ariel laughed and now her goose bumps had goose bumps.

A cupcake temple?’ Her chest still tight with anxiety, Bertie forced herself to imagine it: bricks of pound cake mortared with buttercream and chocolate ganache, torches like striped birthday candles set into the walls, pilgrims...

When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, mind half gone…Never shall I cut from memory my sweet love’s beauty.