“I kind of felt like a new kind of princess. A warrior princess, ready to swing her battle-ax through hordes of the fashion-challenged and the socially unfortunate.”
“Just then the door flew open, and Ambrose burst through, yelling like a madman and swinging a battle-ax in one hand.”
“You remind me of a fairy tale princess. You’re so kind.”“Did you not see me smash that guy’s phone? I never saw Cinderella attack a lisping dude.” Livia closed one eye while reliving her actions.“No, I guess not. You’re my kind of princess, then.” Blake ran his hands through her hair.”
“I am a princess. I do not follow fashions--I make them.”
“By the time I went to bed I wasn't taken in by no Princess or no desire for no Princess and nobody's disapproval and I felt glad and slept well.”
“I felt like I was seeing Shannon through a new lens, undistracted by Jennifer's nuclear glow. I could see how pretty she really was, how kind her eyes were.”