“Daphne, I don't think we're in Ferrypot Landing anymore. ~Sabrina Grimm” — Michael Buckley Copy Share Image
“I know what I’m doing,” he growled. “If you knew what you were doing, we wouldn’t have two million zombie bunnies chasing us!” she shouted. “Guys,” Daphne said, trying to get their attention, but her sister was too angry to… — 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
