How did they go from Braveheart to Brigadoon in less than five minutes?

Without your own inner beast tamed ye can never tame the wild ones around ye!

Drawing her closer he tucked his chin and lifted hers to meet his abysmal onyx eyes.

Amie blinked through the haze of her thoughts and the constant drum of the rains. A golden light swung back and forth in the distance like a pendulum and every second drew closer. Finally, Amie could tell it wasn’t a faerie light but a lantern, carried by a small green-cloaked person.

Looks like my superpowers don’t come with automatic manicures, thank heaven. I hate long nails.

I am the Merlin, bane of the Vale, terror of the four lands. I am chaos and shadows, the last of my people.

Between dainty bites, she told Amie, 'Oh, you simply are as darling a creature as Henry described! I had no idea of your being so grown up! Henry, she is positively frazzleging!' Amie deepened her smile, saying, 'And I had no idea you would be so pretty either, madam.

Amie frowned. 'That’s what I can’t figure out. I mean everyone wants their happy ending, right? No one cares about reading actual literature anymore anyway. All they want is vampires and supernatural mumbo-jumbo. It’s sick, really.

It would be nice to report she lived happily ever after till the end of her days. But such cheap, cop-out one-liners belong to other uncomplicated fairy tales.