Crazy Ash just doesn’t have the same ring as Don’t-bother-me-or-I’ll-kill-you Ash.
Insult her again, and I will cut your into so many pieces they’ll never find them all.
He was my best friend, and I’d always have a spot for him in my heart, but... it was you, Ash. I didn’t really have a choice. It’s always been you.
I learned long ago that you don’t get in the middle of a lover’s spat. Nothing EVER goes as planned – People fall in love with the wrong person, someone ends up with a donkey head and then its a whole big mess. – Puck.
Do not be deceived by the the politeness of the fey. Fey are almost always polite. This does not mean they will not happily remove your head.
I will be with her again, or I will die. There aren’t any other options.
He hesitated, but then stepped beneath the tree and knelt, depositing me gently on the ground between two giant roots. And he stayed there, kneeling beside me, holding my hand in his. Something splashed the back of my hand, cold as spring water, crystalling to my skin. A faery’s tears.
I was allergic to myself! How pathetic was that?
I’m a cat.
I don’t care what it’s called. I just want to be with her at the end. I’m not giving up. Meghan, I’ll be with you soon. Please, wait for me.
I guess the sacrifice of my dignity is the only thing that will save us now. The things I endure for love. The Fates laugh at my torment.
Yeah, Mom, Ethan’s turned into a monster and my best friend thinks he’s a faery. How was your day?
Man, that was impressive. You must’ve jumped three feet in the air. What did you think I was, leatherface or something? -Robbie Goodfell.
Did he teach you how to bore you opponents to sleep? Because I think I missed that lesson – Allie.
Jealousy isn’t something we deal with well, but some of us have been around long enough to know when to let go, and what is most important. The happiness of my two best friends should be more important than some ancient feud. – Puck.
My eyelids flickered, and Ash made a noise that was almost a growl. “Dammit, Meghan,” he snarled, grabbing both my arms. “I am not going to lose you this close to home. Get up!” He rose, pulling me to my feet and, before I could even register what was going on, pressed his lips to mine. -Ash.
If you’re done playing with will-o’-the-wisps and kelpies, I think we should continue. Oh, but do tell me the next time you want to have tea with an ogre. I’ll be sure to bring my club. -Puck.
I rose from the bed, my heart thudding in my chest. “Kiss me,” I whispered, and saw his eyebrow arc in surprise. “Just once more,” I pleaded, “And I promise it will be the last time. I’ll be able to forget you after that.” -Meghan.
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.
Technically, I was trying to kill Puck. You just happened to be there. But yes, if I’d had the shot, I would have taken it. -Prince Ash.