[skipping stones at the beach]

Fox: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Jacob: Take that fucking ocean!

The night breathed through the apartment like a dark animal.

The ticking of a clock.

The groan of a floorboard as he slipped out of his room.

All was drowned by its silence.

But Jacob loved the night. He felt it on his skin like a promise. Like a cloak woven from freedom and danger.

Jacob Reckless is not stupidly fearless. He knows that whatever he is going to do is most likely to get him killed. But he does it anyway. Just for the funsies. And for the kick and to prove to himself that he CAN do it. Like “Look at me, I did it anyway!”

The attitude!

Dear God,

when I asked if my life could get any worse, that was a rhetorical question and not a challenge.

- Jacob, probably

Holy quaternaty.

There it is.

The cover of the fourth mirrorworld book!!!

Isn’t it the most beautiful thing ever?!

Look at fox! And the gold!

The title is “On silver track” btw.

Fox: You are loosing a lot of blood! Quick, whats your type?

Jacob: brave, intelligent, red-headed, shape shifter -

Fox: I meant blood type.

Jacob:Oh

Jacob, looks at wound:Red.

[Fox and Jacob at the beach]

Fox: You remind me of the ocean.

Jacob: Yeah, true. Because I’m salty and I scare people off.

Fox:

Fox: Damn it, Jacob!

Will as a child: Jake I can’t sleep. I’m afraid of Frankenstein.

Jacob: I think you mean Frankensteins monster. Frankenstein was the doctor.

Jacob: Although, admittedly I am more afraid of Frankenstein than his monster. I personally find unethical and irresponsible medical practice far more terrifying than any physical being and so should you.

Will:

Jacob: That would go against my moral compass.

Fox: Oh, c'mon! Your moral compass is a roulette wheel.

The mirrorworld fandom to all the other fandoms out there: