If your friends would stop wanting you around because you’re not exactly like them, they’re not very good friends. - Seanan McGuire

"If they're being locked, they're being locked. We don't have a key."
"Sometimes, you don't need a key," said Sumi. Her smile verged on feral. "Sometimes a crowbar is good enough."

It can be easy, when hearing about someone else’s adventures in a far-off, magical land, to say “I would never choose the mundane world over the fantastical. I would run into rivers of rainbow as fast as my legs would carry me, and I would never once look back.” It is so often easy, when one has the luxury of being sure a thing will never happen, to be equally sure of one’s answers. Reality, it must sadly be said, has a way of complicating things, even things we might believe could never be that complicated.

My name’s Christopher. I was a friend of Jack’s before she went back to the Moors. I mean, not really. Jack doesn’t have friends, she has minions who haven’t figured out their place in the grand scheme of things.