I see Jace pass out and I catch him, setting his head on my lap. Zoey watches and chuckles. I glance up at her and she looks away, still trying not to laugh.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah