“The lightbulb is gone," she said awed. "Emma, you said, 'Lights, begone' and you literally made the lights be gone.""How do I get them back?" I asked, panicked. "What's the opposite of begone? Regone?”

“Emma, but--" he began, and I shushed him. "No Emma buts except for the one I sit on.”

“I wasn’t exactly a stranger to feeling like a princess—if you meant the princess in the first half of the fairy tale. Cinderella as a scullery maid. Snow White with the wicked stepmother. But I wasn’t used to what life was like after you meet the prince, after the slipper fits, after the kiss wakes you from your slumber. It would take some getting used to.”

“Do I look like a freaking fairy - tale princess to you?”

“I cocked my fist back, remembering what Brendan had taught me. "Don't aim for your target. You'll have more of an impact that way." I was aiming for China.”

“What's a girl to do when meeting The One means she's cursed to die a horrible death?”

“What I was hungry for was sitting nonchalantly next to me on the couch.”