“Kenzie's head jerked up, her eyes brightening. "Irland?" "Yay!" Razor crowed, bouncing up and down on Kierran shoulder. "Sheep!” SheepRazorKenzie St JamesKierran Book:The Lost Prince Source: The Lost Prince
“A pretty handsome jerk, I might add, but a huge, colossal megajerk nonetheless." Kenzie gave me a quick glance to see how I was taking this. I shrugged. Not going to argue with that. And then a second later: She thought I was handsome?” HandsomeKenzie St JamesEthan ChaseMegajerk Book:The Lost Prince Source: The Lost Prince
“Kenzie took two staggering steps backward, staring at the feeline as if in a daze. "O-kay," she breathed, shaking her head slightly. "A cat. A cat that talks. I'm going crazy." she glanced at me. " Or you slipped something into my drink at the tournament. One or the other.” HumorCrazyKenzie St JamesEthan ChaseGrimalkin Book:The Lost Prince Source: The Lost Prince
“The Nevernever," she murmured, almost to herself, "I'm in the Nevernever. I'm in freaking faeryland.” HumorKenzie St JamesNevernever Book:The Lost Prince Source: The Lost Prince
“Kenzie approached sheepishly, one half of the broken rattan in her hand. "Sorry," she said, holding up the ruined weapon with a helpless gesture. "It...uh...died a noble death. I can only hope it gave that thing a wicked tongue splinter.” NobleSplinterKenzie St JamesRattan Book:The Lost Prince Source: The Lost Prince
