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“What?" I said.
He rose, shaking the dew from his cloak. "You have that look."
He had mirrored my own train of thought, which made me scowl at him irrationally. "Which?"
"The one you wear whenever you outsmart me in some area," he said.
"Well," I began with a shrug, then stopped. My magnanimity was wearing thin, I'm afraid. "Haven't I?"
He laughed, a clear, bright sound, and then, before I knew what was happening, he had lifted me from my feet and spun me through the air, the greenery and shadow of the forest a whirl all around me.
"My beloved Emily," he murmured in my ear.
"Yes, yes, all right," I said, though I did not pull away. My smugness was back, together with a warm sort of satisfaction. It was pleasing to see him this happy.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“I think I'm engaged
To thirty-six women, my harem:
Platonic, bookish, and enraged.”
― Sherman Alexie, War Dances

“You already know more about faerie kingdoms than any mortal."
"Stories," I said faintly, drawing my hand back. "I know stories."
He gave me an odd look. "And have you ever needed anything else? Have you not shaken a kingdom to its foundations, found a door to a distant otherland, overthrown a queen? Hand you the right storybook, and you are capable of anything.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“I should have gone with. Slayers are stronger together.â€� Valen drums his fingers on the table.

“Have you met Greer, slay bae?� One of his fries smacks into my face.


I blink twice, glance down at the fried potato in my lap, then give him a look. “Rude.�

“She’s the only one who can call me that, teddy bear.”
― Rory Miles, Twilight Terrors