He’s going to be okay,” said Quentin. “He has to. He’s Tybalt. You’d be all weird and irritating if he wasn’t around.” “Weird and irritating?” I raised an eyebrow. “What gives you that idea?” Quentin...

I’m a cat. We aren’t required to make sense.

October—You were sleeping so peacefully that I was loath to wake you. Duke Torquill, after demanding to know what I was doing in your apartment, has requested that I inform you of his intent to...

What happened? Did the prettiest little princess miss her carriage home?