Shopping is just another form of hunting. All fey are hunters, whether they admit it or not. It’s in our nature, pet, nothing unnatural about it.
Sometime in your life, Alison Sekemoto, you will kill a human being. Accidentally or as a conscious, deliberate act. It is unavoidable. The question is not if it will happen, but when.
Tie rock to tail and throw kitty in lake. Watch kitty sink, ha!
Know that I’m with you always, even if you can’t see me.
Summer and Winter were supposed to be enemies. We were not supposed to cooperate, we were not supposed to go on quests together and, most important, we were not supposed to fall in love.
Grimalkin jumped up beside Ash again. “The park,” he said calmly. “We take him to the park. The dryads should be able to help him.” “Should? What if they can’t?” “Then, human, I would start praying for a miracle.” -Grimalkin and Meghan.
For the rest of my existence, if I lived to see the end of this world, there would never be another Ezekiel Crosse. There would never be another soul as bright as his. And that both terrified me and made me savagely – and maybe selfishly – determined to keep him. Zeke was mine now. Forever.
Excuse me a moment, princess. I have to go play with the puppies.
I would not suffer anyone to endure the path I walk. My road must always be traveled alone.
If we all end up as llamas, I’m going to spend the rest of my life following you around saying ‘I told you so’ in llama-ese.
My emotions still held a stubborn hope that humans could be loyal, that they could hold out against the promise of an easy life. But I knew better.
If Puck was dead, my world would become as cold and lifeless as the darkest night in the Winter Court.
I love her.
Everyone says the Summer Queen is stunning, beautiful, absolutely captivating. Yeah, I guess she is, but so is a volcanic eruption.
Remind me to kill Grimalkin next time we see him.
You know,” Jackal said, kicking a rabid in the face, sending it reeling, “it seems that whenever I’m with you, I’m constantly fighting my way into places I really don’t want to be. The sewers, the Prince’s tower, a bloody freaking church.
The faery lords are immortal. Those who have songs ballads and stories written about them never die. Belief worship imagination we were born of the dreams and fears of mortals and if we are remembered even in some small way we will always exist.
Well, that’s convenient,” Puck mused. “I really need to get a few of those things.
We were born from their dreams, their fears and imaginations. We are the product of their hearts and minds. Without a soul we are immortal, yet empty. Remembered, we exist. Forgotten, we die. And when we die, we simply fade away, as if we never existed at all.
Fear not for I am a cat.