Soman Chainani

Agatha heard a bloodcurdling shriek and spun to Sophie, back in her body, lips scrunched against Hort’s.

Hort released her. “Oh, the hand. Oops.” He popped another mint leaf. “Should we start again?”

“You APE!” Sophie kicked him and he crashed into the mint bush, onto the snacking skunk, which raised its tail and sprayed him in the eyes. Hort staggered around, ramming into coffins—“I’m blind! I’m blind!”—until he smashed into Sophie’s again, which slammed shut, sealing his skunked body in with hers. Aghast, Sophie rammed the glass, but it wouldn’t budge.

“It doesn’t matter what you are,” said Rafal. “It only matters what you do.”

Masks were falling, little by little.

Good become Evil, Evil become Good.

Good’s pet became Evil’s secret weapon

No matter how bad things got, emotions were wasted energy and never solved anything.

Eat a Wish Fish egg and you can bring a little piece of your wish to life!

Fools everywhere you look