Genie

“We stick to the magical places in the world,” Asahi clarified.

“Places like the MBRC, the Redwood forest of California, the less populated parts of New Zealand and Japan, Disney World, and Atlantis,” Madeline listed, ticking the places off on her fingers.

“Wait, Disney World?” I interrupted.

“The most magical place on Earth.”
― K.M. Shea, My Life at the MBRC

“Hunter, you can’t seriously be the Goblin King. You’re not even sixteen yet! I had to give you a ride to the store after school in September when we were getting supplies for Homecoming decorations!”
― K.M. Shea, My Life at the MBRC

“Stil snorted. “I am not in love with Angelique. I’m in love with you,” he said, scooting closer.

Gemma pushed her chair away.
“Well, that’s not proper.”

“Why not?” Stil asked, butting his chair up against Gemma’s.

“Because of the age difference.”

“Age difference?”

“Of course. Surely you can’t be a day younger than fifty or sixty,” Gemma said in surprise.

Stil’s jaw dropped.

“You think I’m an OLD MAN?!” Stil thundered.

“Most magic users are not the age they physically appear to be,” Gemma said.“And it is well known that they age much more slowly.”

“You think I’m an OLD MAN?!” he repeated, his voice even louder.

“I’m not even twenty-five yet, you mean-spirited mule, and my clothes are fashionable among mages!” Stil said.

“This whole time you’ve thought I am OLD?”

“I get the impression that offends you.”

“IT DOES.”

Gemma only lifted her eyebrows.

“Aren’t you going to apologize?” Stil asked.

“For what?”

“For thinking I’m OLD!”

Gemma shrugged. “It seems you have only yourself to blame for that misunderstanding.”

Stil glowered”
― K.M. Shea, Rumpelstiltskin

“They’re going to die eventually. We are born to die.”
― K.M. Shea, Beauty and the Beast