“You've never heard of the Trickster King?" Puck asked, shocked. The girls shook their heads. "The Prince of Fairies? Robin Goodfellow? The Imp?" "Do you work for Santa?" Daphne asked. "I'm a fairy, not an elf!" Puck roared. "You really… — Michael Buckley Copy Share Image
“Hanging upside down above them was a fat, frog-faced creature. Its head and feet were amphibious, with slimy, bumpy skin and a puffed, bulbous… — Michael Buckley Copy Share Image
“But that is love, isn't it? It's terribly inconvenient. It sweeps you up and stales your attention and slows down your work. our labors… — Michael Buckley Copy Share Image
“Oh really? How about Ms. Longdon, who swore her toilet was haunted?” said Sabrina.” — Michael Buckley Copy Share Image
“Once she was out of her clothes and into a warm robe, she headed back downstairs, passing the bathroom door, where she could hear… — Michael Buckley Copy Share Image
I'm soooooo telling." Puck stood behind her. "You two disobeyed your parents! I'm both shocked and really impressed. — Michael Buckley Copy Share Image
“For one, he was worried he’d get killed, which was something he generally tried to avoid.” — Michael Buckley Copy Share Image
And who are you supposed to be? the King of snot-nosed delinquents? — Michael Buckley Copy Share Image
But, Dad! We can't leave. Uncle Jake is hurt!" Daphne said. "Besides, that's Pinocchio. I want to get an autograph. — Michael Buckley Copy Share Image
