“He takes a pick out of it and starts cleaning his nails."Nice intimidation tactic," I say. "Very textbook. I'd expect something more original from pixies.”

“Is that Disney magic of pixie magic?" I kid... "It is life magic".”

“friends help friends fight pixies.”

“Pixies have to be invited in, like vampires. I read it on the Internet.""Well, there you go," I mutter. "Then it must be true.”

“I'll have to remember that next time," Nick says. "Instead of tying a pixie up to a tree when I don't have time to bring him back to the house, I can just knock him unconscious for hours with the power of a frozen everything bagel.”

“If i opened the door would he be there? would he smile at me and show his dimples? Would his cheeks be scruffy because he needed a shave? Would he hug me? all i've wanted all these monthes was for him to be alive.But i'd seen him on the floor. i'd seen him in the coffin. And you can feel it when someone has died, you can feel that his soul is gone, just gone, the emptiness of his body.”

“I told them he hit on me and that I was showing him my wrestling moves. I think they maybe believed it." I pull on my seat belt and roll down the window even though it's cold. I need to be able to smell for pixies. "We can't leave until everyone's out. I want to be sure nothing happens." "Did they really believe you Devyn asks.My breath whooshes out with the reality of it and I adjust my previous statement. "I don't think so.""Well there's another lovely complication." Devyn groans.”