“Lusty blacksmiths and naughty princesses. Now that's scary”
“And what do we have here? A scary monster, cowboy, and a fairy princess! Here's a hit of ecstasy, run along now.”
“Grab me now and do naughty things to my no no places.”
“Imagine a landscape of nothing but astrology references and naughty limericks. That's what you're going to reduce me to.”
“Princess." Puck's voice broke through my numb trance. I glared poisoned daggers at him and he gave me a weak smile. "Scary, you can rip me to pieces later. His royal iciness isn't looking so good. We have to get him to a healer, now."-Puck”
“The scary part is not being allowed to die for what you're living for. That's the problem”