Mercy is for the weak… let me show you how much of an Unseelie I still am.

I will be with her again, or I will die. There aren’t any other options

Working for Mab now, are you, Wolfman?" he smirked. "Like a good little attack dog? Will you also roll over and beg if she asks?

Goodfellow snickered."Wouldn't be any fun if we didn't run into some sort of catastrophe." Pulling his dagger, he waved me on."After you, your highness.Puck to Ash

I was Ashallayn’darkmyr Tallyn, son of Mab, former prince of the Unseelie Court, and I was not afraid of a witch on a broom.

So not only do I have to go out and fight evil villains, I have to take up woodworking, too?

Something good is a frontier

A river or stream is a cycle of energy from sun to plants to insects to fish. It is a continuum broken only by humans.

I can't stand to hear my own voice. If one of my songs comes on in a café, I'll run out right away and come back with the police.

No matter what changes take place in the world, or in me, nothing ever seems to disturb the face of spring.

A report of a most alarming nature reached me two days ago.

The way animals were and are abused appalls me to this very day.

Learning appears as a way of staying young, perhaps of staying alive, and also as a way of growing up, perhaps facing death.

Parents and children seldom act in concert: each child endeavors to appropriate the esteem or fondness of the parents, and the parents, with yet less temptation, betray each other to their children.

I am aware that many object to the severity of my language; but is there not cause for severity?