Fae Quotes
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I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.
Gruff,” I said, “I find myself largely clueless about why mortal women do what they do. It will take a wiser man than me to understand what’s in a fae woman’s mind.
Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming -- and they ate children and puppies.
It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.
Of course the fall semester didn’t start for another eight weeks or so. There was always a chance we were both being overly optimistic in thinking I’d be alive when it rolled around.
What had set the fae world off? I'd never seen one. Now you couldn't throw a trowel without hitting a fairy.
Holy shit! Can we say unstable? Was I the only sane one around here? Well, I guess that really wasn’t setting the standard very high." -Ember, Darkness Of Light
His mouth descended on hers in a fierce kiss.He seized, he captured.He dominated.And she loved every second of it.
Stop looking at my mouth.” His eyes darkened, as she saw his pupils dilate. He mouthed back, just as silently. “What if I don’t want to stop looking at your mouth?
His true nature, leopard, knight, and prince…“Just as you see the Wyr in me, I see the Djinn in you.
Humankind has always had access to Shadow -- dreams, nightmares, legends, inspiration, Humanity taps into Shadow every day. And when we die, we pass into Twilight.
Please, " her shadow begged. Laughingstock for sure. "I can't give you what you want, " Cam said. "You know that." She had to know that.
If honor were reserved only for those who never err, none of us would be worthy, " Rain answered.
I don't want you to go." She reached up to touch his face and pull him down to her. "I want this, Rain. I want you.
Ellysetta Baristani." Belliard's voice caused her to stop and turn back around. "Even should you clothe yourself in rags and dirt, you would bring honor to the Fey.
He sat beside her. "What sort of things did you dream of?""Oh, what most young girls do, I imagine. Fey tales. True love." She gave a small, self-conscious laugh. "You.
When he caught his breath, he regarded her with glowing, half-closed eyes. "If I'm very, very good, shei'tani, will you do that again when we're alone?
His hand trailed down the side of her face, brushing back spiraling tendrils of hair. "Come, shei'tani, dance the skiles with your mate.
Will you return to your home if Prince Grotto's reign is ended?" "Yes. It is home." "Will you take me back as your gardener?
He can surround a sword with flames." Freya sounded proud of him. That irritated Ena. He was her prisoner and only she had the right to feel proud of him as far as she was concerned.
If I get in the water in this outfit, the cloth will turn completely transparent.""I know, and I'm looking forward to it more than you can imagine.
I didn't dare put down the staff with Etienne popping in and out like a half-burned, bloodsucking whack-a-mole.
Keeping up with him would require running, and there is no dignity in running after any man for any reason, injured or not.
Ten years of shadows, but no longer. Light up the darkness, Majesty.
Welcome to the house of Gray and Graves where we never lie still and death is only the beginning ...
And I didn't think even eternity would be long enough to fix me.
You both talk too much, ” the kid says. “Shut up. Don’t make me tell you again.”We shut up, which I find hysterically funny.
If she was beautiful at rest she was doubly so awake. Asleep she was a painting of a fire. Awake she was the fire itself.
This letter is written on the skin of one of the water sprites who drowned your parents.''Ick!' I cried, and dropped the letter on the kitchen table.
I have a simple philosophy: Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. Scratch where it itches." by Alice Roosevelt Longworth
Jev was certain the words “should’ve known better” would go somewhere on her tombstone, but at the moment her focus shifted to the dozens of angry pixies honed in on her.
He was interested in the shadow herself - how her mind worked, what motivated her, her essence, how she came to be. It was a fascinating phenomenon.
Dragos, I'm beginning to feel like we're travel cursed. Something always happens when we go away.
Your American fairytales end that way. Real fairytales end in blood or tears.
Isaac stopped her at the bottom of the stairs with a crooked smile. "I would wish you sweet dreams, but how can they be memorable if I won't be in them?
I want you too, so much, ” she whispered. He murmured in her ear, “Then take me.
Perhaps her only legacy would be that she had known something immortal, and while eternity may still belong to God alone, not all things were enslaved by time.
W-what are you?"Selena looked down at her rival. "What you should have been and never were. The Queen of the Witches.
You don't pity a warrior for her scars, because scars are proof of survival and victory.
I need you, lass, " he whispered. Darcy opened her eyes to find him over her. "How fast can you get out of those clothes?
I doona need my future read. I know it involves you, and that's enough for me.
The universe can bring it. We'll deal with whatever may happen together.
He told her, You are a wise woman. Pleasure warmed her voice. I do have my moments, don't I?
She smiled and whispered, "I'm kissing you right now." He swore softly, frustration evident in the snap of his voice. "I'm kissing you too." With that she had to be content enough to walk away.
Avoid stress, the doctor had said. Eat lots of good food and enjoy this little mysterious bun cooking in the oven. Ha!