"He said a lot of things," she sighed. "The one that really stuck with me is that it would never be enough for me. That he'd been worried, and I could 'be so much more than princess of scurrying things that bump in th'night.' And I think part of me knew that I'd never be happy just taking what I was given."

"But in the nightmare, Jono doesn't come. The Jhinka do. Only when I flay their minds at the Goblin King's command, it's all of you laying there dead. Thousands upon thousands wearing faces of people I know." Emma gave a little shrug. "My subconscious is not getting the memo about getting over it."