Metallic trees. That’s new. If you see any steel dryads, be sure to tell me so I can run away screaming.
I’ve always wanted the IQ of a rock. No, wait. That would be an insult to the rock.
My, aren’t we bossy today. Give a girl an army and it goes straight to her head.
Oh, look at that, he’s heard of me. My fame grows.
Careful, human.” Grimalkin appeared on the corner of the stage, overshadowed by the dead chimera. “Do not lose your heart to a faery prince. It never ends well.
You’re here, and the only dance I want is this one.
Be careful, boy. In some tales, the hero gets eaten by the monster after all.
I want her to be happy, and she’s most happy with you. Maybe this will make up for... past mistakes.” He shook his head and returned to his normal idiocy. “So, either you say, ‘Sure, I’d love to have you along,’ or you have a big bird dropping things on your head the whole trip.
Part of me wanted to walk up to him and hug him from behind, and part of me wanted to hurl a snowball at his perfect face to get some kind of reaction.
What if I take you apart and turn you into a toaster oven, how would you like that tin can?
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.