“This should be a pleasant little interview. All I have to do is put on my scary face.""You have a scary face?" Ingrid sounded skeptical."Yes," said Myfanwy indignantly. "I have a very scary face."Ingrid surveyed her for a moment. "You may wish to take off the cardigan then, Rook Thomas," she advised tactfully. "The flowers on the pocket detract somewhat from your menace.”

“I laugh shakily. ‘You’re a little scary, Four.’‘Do me a favor,’ he says, ‘and don’t call me that.’‘What should I call you, then?’‘Nothing.’ He takes his hand from my face. ‘Yet.”

“Sorry," she said. "I'm just ... surprised. It's weird. Sex was never scary to me." She paused. "So what about it do you find scary? Like, penises? Because I can see how those might be a little scary.”

“Was it weird having a witch grandma? Scary? Was she always, like, threatening to cast spells if you were bad?" "Most of the time she just threatened to send me to my room." "That doesn't sound so scary to me." "That's because you haven't met her.”

“Brandi is mean skinny, that kind that doesn't come naturally and makes her face look all hallow and scary.”

“It's really scary when you have a moment of temporary sanity.”