That's right, Iron Fey love spread far and wide this week. Even the fuzzy kids wanted in. So here's there fuzzy Ode to Julie Kagawa's Iron Fey series.
"Ah, no. That's not how the joke goes," Called Rob. "I say 'knock, knock,' and you're supposed to answer with 'who's there?"
"Nope, that's still wrong." Robbie seemed unperturbed..."Here," Continued Rob in an amiable voice, "I'll go through the whole thing, so you'll know how to answer next time." He cleared his throat and pounded the door again.
"Knock, Knock!" he bellowed. "Who's there? Puck! Puck who? Puck, who will turn you into a squealing pig and stuff you in the oven if you don't get out of our way!" And with that, he banged open the door...
Robbie shook his head. "Amateurs."
My Name is Meghan Chase.
In less than twenty-four hours, I'll be sixteen years old.
Sweet Sixteen. It has a magical ring to it. Sixteen is supposed to be the age when girls become princesses and fall in love and got to dances and proms and such. Countless stories, songs, and poems have been written about this wonderful age, when a girl finds true love and the stars shine for her and the handsome prince carries her off into the sunset.
I didn't think it would be that way for me.
"I thought I was immune to iron." I sniffed. Ash sighed.
"You are," he murmured, moving me away from the fence and its glamour-drining qualities. His expression teetered between amusement and exasperation. "However, grabbing superchilled metal is still very unpleasant for Summer fey, no matter who you are."
He shook his head, examining the wound again. "It's not frostbitten," he muttered. "It'll blister, but you should be fine. You might only lose a couple fingers."
I glanced at him sharply, but he was smirking. For a moment I was speechless. Good God, the Ice Prince was making jokes now; the world must be ending.
"Human," he said, and if a cat could sound patronizing, this one nailed it, "think about the absurdity of that question. I am resting in my tree, minding my own business and wondering if I should hunt today, when you come flying in like a bean sidhe and scare off every bird for miles around. Then, you have the audacity to ask what I want." He sniffed and gave me a very catlike stare of disdain. "I am aware that mortals are rude and barbaric, but still."