“So, there was this beautiful princess. She was locked in a high tower(...)She was stuck up there(...)So the only thing was to jump.”

“And the worst thing was, there were no mirrors out there in the wild, so the princess was left wondering whether she in fact was still beautiful... or if the fall had changed the story completely.”

“there was a beautiful princess with a prince kissing her lips only the prince was totally ugly”

“That's how things were out here in the wild, she was learning. Dangerous or beautiful. Or both.”

“Lilt pulled away. "I saw what he was doing, so I cleared a path for him. I helped him do it..." She shook her head, tears tracking the dust off her face, and turned to stare at the fallen tower. "Have we all gone mad to want this?”

“The flowers were so beautiful, so delicate and unthreatening, but they choked everything around them.”

“I'd watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal - against normal, not beside it. Locks didn't cure; they strangled.”