“You already said that,” Sabine said, folding the wrapper back from her burger. “You said it a lot, actually. Which supports my theory that apologies are basically pointless. They don’t fix anything, right? That’s why I rarely bother.”

“I shook my head. "Don’t bother making excuses," I said. "Don’t waste your time because, the fact is, I am the Duff. But so is everyone else in the world. We’re all fucking Duffs." "I’m not the Duff," Wesley said confidently. "That’s because you don’t have friends." "Oh. Right.”

“I see,” said the boy. “You said that your mission is to bring me back?”“That’s right.”“So no matter where I go, you’ll have to follow me to find me and take me there, right?” said Peter. The young Draga-Wizard-Elf shot off in the blink of an eye.“GET BACK HERE! WE HAVE TO GET TO THE CITY AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!” the Wolfhowled after him, though it was pointless. The teenager was already gone. “Damn Wizards.”

“Sophie glanced from me to Sabine, then back, scowling. "I'm not scared of her. I can handle myself." "Yeah, and hissing kittens think they're badass too," Sabine said.”

“Actually,” I said, hesitant to bring it up, “I was thinking along the lines of a curse that can turn you human.” “Or witch?” Ivy said, surprising me. There was a soft vulnerability in her and I blinked. “You don’t want to be a witch,” I said quickly. “Why not? You are.”

“Sometimes people don’t come back,' said Rachel. 'That’s why you should always make your goodbyes count.”