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Picking a Favorite Character? Impossible!


 The question comes up all the time. It’s inevitable. Like taxes. Or discovering that you’ve been walking around with spinach in your teeth all day.

"Who’s your favorite character?"

And I should have a definitive answer, right? Like, boom—here’s my favorite! Neatly tied up, no hesitation, no emotional turmoil, no staring off into the middle distance questioning my life choices.

But no. That is not how this works. That is not how any of this works.

My knee-jerk reaction is always Pixie. Pixie, my telepathic, sass-infused, magical Papillon from the Magical Papillon Mysteries. How could I not pick her? She’s got it all—wit, charm, fluffy ears, and, most importantly, magic. I mean, who wouldn’t want a touch of magic? I can barely find my car keys half the time. Pixie would just twitch an ear, and boom—problem solved.

And she’s funny. Not just “accidentally amusing” funny. No, she’s deliberately funny. She says the things we all wish we could say, with perfect comedic timing and an impressive lack of self-awareness. She’s got that quirky, mischievous, “Oh, did I just cause minor chaos? My bad. Or was it?” energy that makes life more interesting.

But then there’s Sarah. My strong, determined, occasionally exhausted single mom protagonist who stumbles into a world of magic and murder and somehow keeps it together. (Mostly. There’s coffee involved.) She’s the kind of character I admire—fierce, loving, loyal. The one who shoulders responsibility but still manages to crack a joke. Could I pick her as my favorite? Absolutely.

Except then I remember Matthew. Steadfast Matthew. Loyal, practical, steady-as-a-rock Matthew. The man who, in Book Six (which you haven’t read yet, but trust me, it’s coming), looks Sarah in the eyes during a time shift, when everything is unraveling, and says “I will find you in every lifetime.”

Did I cry when I wrote that? Maybe. Did I dramatically sigh and stare out a window, contemplating fate and romance? Absolutely. That line alone makes him a contender.

And don’t even get me started on Connor Beauregard, the swashbuckling charmer with a reckless streak, or Rafael, his steadfast sidekick who would follow him into a storm. They bring adventure, danger, a little roguish charm… How do I not pick them? Or Ethan the software developer who is too smart for his own good, and his best friend Brad, falling into a trap so many of us would have?

See? This is impossible.

But at the end of the day, I still circle back to Pixie. Because she has something I’ve always wanted.

She’s effortlessly funny. She doesn’t take herself too seriously. She’s magical. And, let’s be honest—she’s adorable. I’ve always wanted to be effortlessly pretty, the kind of person who just rolls out of bed looking like a whimsical fairy tale. Instead, I’m more “accidentally fell into a hedge while carrying coffee.”

So yes, it’s Pixie.

(But also Matthew. And Sarah. And Connor. And Rafael. And—oh no, we’re back at the beginning again.)

Picking a favorite character is like picking a favorite child. Or a favorite snack. Or a favorite TV show. Impossible.

So… final answer? Pixie. But also… well, let’s just say, don’t hold me to it. You tell ME who you like best... :-)

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