“Meg, I’m not suddenly some kind of all-knowing dragon expert, you know.”

“You know Dahmer was a cannibal. You think he was a zombie?”Tom smirked. “I’m no expert, but not all cannibals are zombies.”

“I’m all mixed up inside. It’s like—I don’t know—like an ignition of some kind. one minute, I’m fine, and the next I’m losing it.”

“What are you going to do now?' She faced him. What I've always wanted. I'm leaving this stupid kingdom to make my fortune, like a prince in one of the tales.'They're not true you know,' Cam said quietly. Meg stared at him for a long, grim moment. Yes they are,' she hissed....Cam spoke in the sudden silence. 'Look, Meg. I'm not saying princes don't have adventures. But I'll bet a lot of them get eaten by the first dragon they com to.”

“Gabriel’s green eyes sought Will. “It was demon pox, wasn’t it? You know all about it, don’t you? Aren’t you some sort of expert?”“Well, you needn’t act as if I invented it,” said Will.”

“Whatever,” he said. “Like you care. I’m gone. Have a nice motorcycle ride back to your church where you can have fun pretending to be some kind of saint we all know you aren't.”