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“Sucking in air, Heather said, “Fluffy—Mrs. Allen’s ferocious dog—chased me all the way down Pine Street trying to tear me to shreds with his razor fangs. I barely got away.â€�
Scarlet scrunched her face. “Isn’t Fluffy a Chihuahua?�
Still panting, Heather said, “Yes. A demon-possessed, human-eating Chihuahua.”
― Chelsea Fine, Anew

“And why is Heather wearing pink? Come on, people."
Heather rolled her eyes and disappeared back inside the tent, reappearing a minute later with a dark gray T-shirt on.
"Better?" She cocked her head at tristan.
"Yes. You've just extended your life by at least an hour.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“B-T-W," Heather said. "What's with the death wish?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about provoking the wicked witch of the west. You look old? Are you trying to get us both killed?"
"She does look old. Or at least, older than she used to."
"It doesn't matter! Two things you never comment on when it comes to girls: their age and their weight. That's male survival 101. Come on!”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“So..." Heather nodded slowly. "We're still here."
"Yep. I think your team of SWAT guys got lost. Probably looking for their shirts."
She made a face at him. "You're effing hilarious."
"I try.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“A little heads up would have been nice.
Hey Heather, since we're history partners and all, I figured I should tell you I'm a murderer. But I'm hot so it's okay.
From now on, Heather was going to do background checks on all her buddies.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“So go ahead and
make your way

Back from the edge
of yesterday

No one knows what
Can't be known

'Cause when you start
You're all alone

But take enough steps
Take enough steps
Take enough steps

And someday
Someday you'll be home

---Heather Wells, Untitled”
― Meg Cabot, Size 12 Is Not Fat

“Raven made a face at the blood that now stained her fingertips. She wiped her hand on his jeans until the blood was all gone.
Gabriel watched her with narrowed eyes and said, "You look old."
Heather's mouth fell open.
Good God. Don't anger the crazy lady.
Raven slapped him, hard. "That's what happens when your supply of fountain water starts to run out and you have to dilute it. You age. Magic can only do so much."
"Sucks to be you," Gabriel said.
Clearly, he did not value his life.”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.”
― Teresa Medeiros, Heather and Velvet

“Wha—what was that?â€� Heather lifted a brow. “What was that 'hey bro, make sure the blond chick doesn’t cut any body parts off' look? Because I’ll have you know, I’m an expert with butcher knives.â€�
Tristan pointed at the weapon in Heather’s hand. “That’s a machete.�
Puckering her lips, Heather looked at the blade. “Aren’t they the same thing?�
“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t just say that. Everybody ready?”
― Chelsea Fine, Avow

“People says it gets easier. People are stupid."

-Vlad”
― Heather Brewer, Ninth Grade Slays

“I’m not immortal. I’m totally killable.â€� She sucked in a breath as her pitch rose. “And I’m blond. Blonds always die first.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“Hidden by diaphanous clouds of mist and fog floating gracefully over vales of heather and flowing runnels, she began to dance.”
― Lawren Leo, Love's Shadow: Nine Crooked Paths

“Our love is a treasure, but it's not the house we keep the treasure in.' Heather smiled through the tears. 'There is a bigger world we fit inside, and we can't say yes to our love right here without saying no to the world. I can't. I know you can't either, or you wouldn't be the one I love so much.”
― S.D. Smith, Ember's End

“And the Great Wood did mend; brighter and brighter it shine, with more and more light to share. Mending begat mending, and the healing grew, like a disease in reverse, until the wholeness spread to the edge of every map.”
― S.D. Smith, Ember's End

“Vivi and Heather take them out for bubble tea. There are no actual bubbles. Instead, he is served toothsome balls soaked in a sweet, milky tea. Vivi orders grass jelly, and Heather gets a lavender drink that is the colour of the flowers and just as fragrant.

Cardan is fascinated and insists on having a sip of each. Then he eats a bite of the half-dozen types of dumplings they order- mushroom, cabbage and pork, cilantro and beef, hot-oil chicken dumplings that numb his tongue, then creamy custard to cool it, along with sweet red bean that sticks to his teeth.

Heather glares at Cardan as though he bit the head off a sprite in the middle of a banquet.

'You can't eat some of a dumpling and put it back,' Oak insists. 'That's revolting.'

Cardan considers villainy takes many forms, and he is good at all of them.

Jude stabs the remainder of the bean bun with a single chopstick, popping it into her mouth and chewing with obvious satisfaction. 'Gooh,' she gets out when she notices the others looking at her.

Vivi laughs and orders more dumplings.”
― Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

“There is no life higher than the grasstops
Or the hearts of sheep, and the wind
Pours by like destiny, bending
Everything in one direction.
I can feel it trying
To funnel my heat away.
If I pay the roots of the heather
Too close attention, they will invite me
To whiten my bones among them.”
― Sylvia Plath, Wuthering Heights

“I am permitted to travel in the corridor between sky and heather" from the poem "Beyond the Beacon" in TerraAffirmative”
― Jay Woodman, Riding the Escalator and Terra Affirmative

“I didn’t want to hear that people lived happily ever after. I wanted to know that other people suffered, too.”
― Heather King, Parched: A Memoir

“From the bonny bells of heather,
They brewed a drink long syne,
Was sweeter far than honey,
Was stronger far than wine.
They brewed it and they drank it,
And lay in blessed swound,
For days and days together,
In their dwellings underground.
There rose a King in Scotland,
A fell man to his foes,
He smote the Picts in battle,
He hunted them like roes.
Over miles of the red mountain
He hunted as they fled,
And strewed the dwarfish bodies
Of the dying and the dead.
Summer came in the country,
Red was the heather bell,
But the manner of the brewing,
Was none alive to tell.
In graves that were like children’s
On many a mountain’s head,
The Brewsters of the Heather
Lay numbered with the dead.

The king in the red moorland
Rode on a summer’s day;
And the bees hummed and the curlews
Cried beside the way.
The King rode and was angry,
Black was his brow and pale,
To rule in a land of heather,
And lack the Heather Ale.

It fortuned that his vassals,
Riding free upon the heath,
Came on a stone that was fallen
And vermin hid beneath.
Roughly plucked from their hiding,
Never a word they spoke:
A son and his aged father �
Last of the dwarfish folk.

The king sat high on his charger,
He looked down on the little men;
And the dwarfish and swarthy couple
Looked at the king again.
Down by the shore he had them:
And there on the giddy brink �
“I will give thee life ye vermin,
For the secret of the drink.�

There stood the son and father
And they looked high and low;
The heather was red around them,
The sea rumbled below.
And up spoke the father,
Shrill was his voice to hear:
“I have a word in private,
A word for the royal ear.

“Life is dear to the aged,
And honour a little thing;
I would gladly sell the secret�,
Quoth the Pict to the King.
His voice was small as a sparrow’s,
And shrill and wonderful clear:
“I would gladly sell my secret,
Only my son I fear.

“For life is a little matter,
And death is nought to the young;
And I dare not sell my honour,
Under the eye of my son.
Take him, O king, and bind him,
And cast him far in the deep;
And it’s I will tell the secret
That I have sworn to keep.�

They took the son and bound him,
Neck and heels in a thong,
And a lad took him and swung him,
And flung him far and strong
And the sea swallowed his body,
Like that of a child of ten;
And there on the cliff stood the father,
Last of the dwarfish men.

“True was the word I told you:
Only my son I feared;
For I doubt the sapling courage,
That goes without the beard.
But now in vain is the torture,
Fire shall not avail:
Here dies in my bosom
The secret of the Heather Ale.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson

“The first thing I noticed about her was that she had a smear of blue ink on her nose,' Vivi said. 'The second thing I noticed were her eyes, the colour of darkest amber. When she spoke, I was afraid she was talking to someone else.”
― Holly Black, The Lost Sisters

“Heather: What about my husband and the children?
Caleb: Do you have a husband?
Heather: No
Caleb: Single mother?
Heather: No
Caleb: Will you have mine?
Heather: Would I have to have seven?
Caleb: How about three?
Heather: Three’s good
Caleb: They’ll be boys, of course
Had he moved closer?
Heather: What if I’d prefer six or seven daughters?
Caleb: As much as I would love to have ten beautiful daughters with eyes the color of sunlit whiskey, and the hair color of honey all of whom look like their gorgeous mother, I’m afraid if you insist on girls we’ll have to adopt. There hasn’t been a female born in my family for five hundred years.
Heather: Really?
Caleb: Really. Does this mean you’ll marry me?
Heather: Isn’t this a little quick?
Caleb: Don’t you believe in love at first sight?
Heather: Is this what this is? I thought it was hunger?
Caleb: Of a sort.
-Caleb Edge and Heather meet not for the first time in a grocery store.”
― Cherry Adair, Edge of Fear

“Wow. Y'all really outdid yourselves. Looks like an elf threw up in here.”
― Angela McPherson, Addiction

“You’re going to be my wife soon. Even if you weren’t, I would still have invested in you. I believe in you, angel, you’re talented, and I’m proud to be the man who gets to place his bets on you.”
― Sian Ceinwen, The Wedding

“Randalin rushes toward the door, nearly running into Heather in his haste. He blinks at her in astonishment, clearly not prepared for the presence of a second mortal. Then he departs, avoiding even a glance in my direction.

'Big horns,' Heather mouths, looking after him. 'Little dude.'

Cardan leans against the doorframe, looking very satisfied with himself.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“Hastily, she put down the teacup. ‘What do I do? What do I do?â€� she’d muttered as she resumed fast-pacing round the kitchen, dabbing a tea-towel absently at the stain, then clutching it to her breast like a lifesaver. ‘Call the cops? No I can’t do that ... Go and help him?â€� She envisioned the grizzly scene. ‘No, I don’t really want to do that.”
― Teresa Schulz, Barbed Wire and Daisies

“I’m glad you came tonight, though, Heather. I thought you wouldn’t as soon as you knew Yoko Ono was coming.”
― Sian Ceinwen, The Wedding

“Heather walked over to him; it was a path that she had walked a thousand times before. The path from any given place that led her to Harrison.”
― Sian Ceinwen, The Wedding

“And, oh! It was a beautiful evening, as heather-purple and gorse-gold as the moorland around them, and the sky above was that stark shade of blue that looked neither dark nor light enough to be true. If it were a painting, a critic might have said that the colours were all wrong. Jack, of course, knew better than that. He had spend many an evening out on the moor. And Meadowsweet â€� oh how she loved it.”
― Chiara Kilian, The First Tale of the Tinners' Rabbits

“The last time you were here, we were poor hosts. But there are many delights we could show you.'

'Including a war,' puts in Grima Mog. 'What could be more delightful than that?”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“I told Vee she had to go on a quest. She has to meet me all over again and do it right this time. Tell me the truth from the start. And convince me to love her.'

'Damn.' The last of my armour comes off, clanking to the floor, and I realise that her talking has distracted me enough for my breathing to return to normal. 'That is some serious fairy-tale business. A quest.'

Heather reaches out her hand to take mine. 'If she succeeds, all my memories come back. But if not, then tonight's the last time I am going to see you.'

'I hope you drink the cellars dry at the revel,' I say to her, pulling her in to a tight embrace. 'But more than that. I hope Vee is good enough to win your hand again.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing