Chapter 1 Edit

Lozenge: I understand the need for children to exist, obviously, just not in my house with my food and my stuff.


Sirocco: Hats? You're stealing hats?

Lozenge: I don't steal hats, I buy them. Usually.

Chapter 23 Edit

Lozenge: I realized, in that moment, that we were going to win. Red had fucked up. He started a fight in a world made of imagination with a kid who'd lived his entire life in his own. Now the bastard had his hooves full. That was the kid's edge. Red was a dream thing trying to be real, and Sirocco was a real kid trying his damndest to be a figment.