Prologue:

Jareth sighed slightly as he watched Sarah through her window, how she laughed and cheered and partied with the goblins and her friends. If he wasn't in owl form, he would clench his jaw, storm through the window, and kiss her. Wait. He froze, shocked with his own thoughts. Kiss her? This girl, barely fifteen, who ran his labyrinth, won, and defeated him? He asked himself, eyes wide before he took flight and soared off, humming to himself.