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“The faerie represent the beauty we don't see, or even choose to ignore. That's why I'll paint them in junkyards, or fluttering around a sleeping wino. No place or person is immune to spirit. Look hard enough, and everything has a story. Everybody is important."- Jilly Coppercorn”
― Charles de Lint, The Onion Girl

“We all accepted that this land was a gate to that other world, the realm of spirits and dreams and the Fair Folk, without any question. The place we grew up in was so full of magic that it was almost a part of everyday life - not to say you'd meet one of them every time you went out to pick berries, or draw water from your well, but everyone we knew had a friend of a friend who'd strayed too far into the forest, and disappeared; or ventured inside a ring of mushrooms, and gone away for a while, and come back subtly changed. Strange things could happen in those places. Gone for maybe fifty years you could be, and come back still a young girl; or away for no more than an instant by moral reckoning, and return wrinkled and bent with age. These tales fascinated us, but failed to make us careful. If it was going to happen to you, it would happen, whether you liked it or not.”
― Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest

“All that we know, soon shall we abandon. As time will lend itself. Eyes know only what they see. But brave hearts beat on with belief.”
― Nathalie M. Leblanc, Shrinking Forward

“You worked at night, when the shadows masked you and you were little more than a dream. You hid in the forest or the mountains, away from the steam engines and the lamps of the cities, the things that would expose you, confirming you and stripping you of your mystery. You showed yourself rarely, and only to the ones who needed to see you. After the free-for-all that was the earlier Chapters, when babies were stolen, young men murdered and maidens locked away, the fae had had to learn to be very careful about their involvement in the lives of the characters, lest they turn still further away from their beliefs.”
― F. D. Lee, The Fairy's Tale

“Destiny is as it is. Nothing can change it. Accept it before it ruins you.”
― J.L. Sheppard, Demon King's Desire

“The time for equivocation has passed. You can stop this at any point by telling me we will rule the court apart from a distance, but until you do so"-he let liquid sunlight drip onto her skin-"I'm playing for keeps. I'm not a mortal, Aislinn. I'm the Summer King, and I'm done pretending to be anything other than that."
He leaned down and said, "We could be amazing together."
Then he was gone.”
― Melissa Marr, Darkest Mercy

“Many of the trees and bushes put their finery away for the season and slept in their plain brown skins until the spring warmth would wake them again, and coax out their colors and cooling shade.”
― Marti Healy, The Secret Child

“The sun was soft honey and rose colored along the horizon; the old trees were deep black silhouettes against it, with long purple shadows sliding out from their earth-slippered feet.”
― Marti Healy, The Secret Child

“Her heart and soul had already spoken. They wouldn’t let Lucas go.”
― J.L. Sheppard, Demon King's Desire

“I’ll never turn her away, Clyde. She’s my mate. I’ll protect her till my dying breath. I’ll even swallow my pride and ask a favor as momentous as the one I just asked of a man who has done nothing but try to drive a wedge between her and myself.”
― J.L. Sheppard, Demon King's Desire

“I love you," he said.
Icicles formed on his skin as she stared at him for several heartbeats. "Do you suppose that changes anything?"
"I want it to." He knelt at her feet, but didn't even dare touch her hand. "Don, I want it to meant everything. It should.”
― Melissa Marr, Darkest Mercy

“Of all creative arts - the greatest wrought - is that of a life well-lived!”
― JDeVereS, The Elfkin Journals: Blending Of The Races

“Be careful, youngster, when dealing with the woodland fey. They can tell a true heart from that of a greedy bastard.”
― Daniel Thorman, Chaos in the Caravan

“Cian, the ancient one, looked upon the spirit that was crouched and shimmering before him. The moon slid peacefully across the bay and came to rest under his outstretched feet. He sat absolutely still and listened fondly to the voices of the forest that whispered and sang all around him.

“Tell me the dream,� he said at last to the spirit.

“The dream is of a new daughter among us,� she replied. “She is surrounded in secrets, unseen by most; a mystical one in her own right.�

Cian nodded and smiled and sighed into the wind. “Yes. I, too, have seen the vision. A secret child is coming.”
― Marti Healy, The Secret Child

“The geese were quick to enjoy themselves, once the sense of alarm had subsided and the spirit of fun took hold. Geese, Marika learned, are typically a serious lot; but after being brought into the game, they become quite committed and surprisingly sportsman-like.”
― Marti Healy, The Secret Child