Ouch. Well, you know what they say – you always hurt the one you love. Or is that the one you hate? I can never remember. – Puck.
You’ll take her to a healer, prince, or so help me I will cut out that piece of ice you call a heart and take her myself.
There is nothing more terrible than a spurned faery queen, particularly if you defy her a second time. I escaped the Winter Court with my life intact, but just barely, and I won’t be returning anytime soon. My loyalty – and my heart – belongs to another queen now.
Oh, hey princess!” Puck waved inanely as the nymphs pulled him to his feet, still giggling. His hair gleamed, his eyes gleamed, and I barely recognized him. “Wanna play ride the phouka with us?
If you are gone then I will welcome nonexistence. There will be nothing left for me to live for.
I would be more than her guardian and her champion and the jester who made her laugh. I would be her everything, if I could. -Puck.
Ash, it’s because of you that I am here today. You have always been there, never wavering, protecting me with no thought for yourself. You’ve been my teacher, my knight and my only love. Now it’s my turn to make that promise.
Time is the cog that turns the wheel Winter leaves scars that do not heal Summer is a fire that burns inside Knowledge is a terrible burden to hide Strength and death go hand in hand One answer lies within the sand But seek the answer all alone Lest the sand claim you as its own.
There was nothing sweet or gentle in our last kiss; it was filled with sorrow and desperation, of the bitter knowledge that we could’ve had something perfect, but it just wasn’t meant to be.
The closer you got to someone, the more it would destroy you when they were inevitably gone.
I ached for him, my stomach twisting painfully. He looked so desolate standing there alone facing a mad queen and several thousand angry fey. His voice was flat and resigned, as if he’d been pushed into a corner and had given up, not caring what happened next.
Still dressed in matching butler suits with pink bow ties, the redcaps filed into the dining room, every one of them scowling at me. Ash’s eyes widened and he quickly hid his mouth under his laced fingers, but I saw his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Luckily, the redcaps didn’t notice.
My closet! Mine!
You will always be a monster – there is no turning back from it. But what kind of monster you become is entirely up to you.
Hunger flickered, always there, but I pushed it down. I was a vampire. Nothing would change that. But I didn’t have to be a monster.
Summer and Winter were not supposed to fall in love.
As cities grow and technology takes over the world belief and imagination fade away and so do we.
Meghan rose with the regal grace of a queen, calm and unruffled. I noticed she subtly moved in front of me when facing Ariella, a familiar gesture that caught me off guard. The Iron Queen was protecting me.
And, truth be told, I’m curious myself. I wouldn’t want Goodfellow dying before we ever resolved our duel. That would be unfortunate.
If the entire cheerleading squad turns into mice, Robin, I will be very upset with you. Mortal adolescents are blind and cruel. You know that. You mustn’t take revenge, no matter how you feel about the girl. Especially now. There are more worrisome things on the move. -Ms Stacy.