“Mia bows dramatically. “Welcome, kind Sir. Princess Mia has been awaiting your presence.”

“And you must be Princess Mia? I've heard about you."Her lips pucker and she leans out just a bit further from Storm's cover. "You have?!He nods. "Well, I heard about a Princess Mia who likes ice cream. That must be you, right?"She nods slowly and whispers, "Did you hear that, Mommy? People know I'm a princess!”

“We'll tell our secrets to the dark"-Adam"Okay"-Mia"So let's hear another of your irrational fears"-Adam"I'm scared of losing you"-Mia"I said 'irrational' fears. Because that's not gonna happen"-Adam"It still scares me"- Mia”

“What’s your name?” The creature practically purred the question at her. His voice was low and smooth, completely unaccented. His nostrils flared slightly, as though inhaling her scent.“Um . . .” Mia swallowed nervously. “M-Mia.”“Mia,” he repeated slowly, seemingly savoring her name. “Mia what?”“Mia Stalis.” Oh crap, why did he want to know her name? Why was he here, talking to her? In general, what was he doing in Central Park, so far away from any of the K Centers? Breathe, Mia, breathe.“Relax, Mia Stalis.” His smile got wider, exposing a dimple in his left cheek. A dimple? Ks had dimples? “Have you never encountered one of us before?”

“Questa è la mia gente.La mia gente che in tutta la vitanon ha fatto altro che lavorare.”

“Il mio desiderio è che la mia capacità di desiderartisia più grande della mia capacità di realizzare i miei desideri”