You mean I’m the first guy your parents have rescued from an enchanted island via use of a magic mirror? I feel special.

I would kill Mrs. Casnoff. I would blast that stupid hairdo right off her head, once I had my powers back.

Oh, God, if that’s where this woman had gotten her Sophie Mercer gossip, I was surprised she’d greeted me with a handshake instead of an exorcism.

I was just about to get up when Dad rushed into the kitchen. He was in pajamas, which was totally bizarre. Dad never came down to breakfast until he was completely dressed. Of course, his pajamas even had a little pocket and handkerchief, so maybe he felt dressed.

I didn’t exactly relish the idea of getting a tattoo, trust me. It was right up there with blue hair.

I usually feel pretty screamy when someone attacks my school.

People are so rarely villains in their own minds.

We’re going to the Underworld,” Izzy said. She bounced a little as she said it, her eyes bright and her tone implying that “the Underworld” was akin to “Candy Land.

Cal’s fingers tightened on mine, and my heart thumped in response. The library felt very quiet and very still around us. “You’ll feel it.

I was panting slightly, thanks to trying to keep up with him. Stupid short legs.