I walk away and put my headphones in. I take out my phone and check my messages. Someone knocks on the door and I take one of my headphones out and walk to it. I open the door and see Jasmine. My annoying little sister. I look down at her, pissed. She's holding her teddy bear and I sigh. "Is it my turn?"
She nods innocently and I scoop her up, shifting her in one arm and sit down on the couch, trying to stop her screaming.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I nod and she jumps off my lap, running around the room. I chase after her. "Jaz! COME HERE!" She hides and locks herself in the bathroom. I knock on the door.
"Open the door!" I yell. I kick it down and grab her. She squirms in my arms and I set her down on the couch again, my hair messed up.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind