Dorothy Must Die

“I think I feel it,” I said finally. “The magic.”

“Yeah, well,” I said. “I can imagine a lot of things. That doesn’t mean they’re possible.”

“Anything is possible, dear. Look around you.”

I laughed bitterly. “Oz—where all your worst nightmares can come true.”

It’s just unstable energy. Magic always wants to be something different from what it already is. It wants to change.

I was trapped in a cell in a strange kingdom, facing an inevitable sentence of a Fate Worse Than Death.

Sometimes you just have to trust your pet rat’s instincts.

I’ve never liked roller coasters. Going up would be fun if you didn’t have to think about what always came next.

I was all sharp edges and angles—words that came out too fast and at the wrong times.

“Let’s see,” she said. “Do I have a problem? How about, do I have five thousand?”