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“Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush.”
― Melissa Marr, Wicked Lovely

“After a steadying breath, Aislinn turned to Keenan. "I'm sure you can figure out lunch without help. So, umm, go make friends or whatever."
And she walked away.

He sped up to stay beside her as they entered the cafeteria. "May I join you?"

"No."

He stepped in front of her. "Please?"

"No." She dropped her bag into a chair next to Rianne's things. Ignoring him-and the stares they were attracting-she opened her bag.
He hadn't moved.
With a shaky gesture, she pointed. "The line's over there."

He looked at the throng slowly progressing to the vats of food. "Can I get you something?"

"A little space?"

A flare of anger flashed over his too-beatiful face, but he said nothing. He just walked away.”
― Melissa Marr , Wicked Lovely

“Writing is not just the technical act of your fingers on the keyboard. Writing is living.”
― Melissa Marr

“you are my life now. this"_he waved a hand dismissively around him at the club-"the fey, everything, it all falls into place once you accept me"
-kennan”
― Melissa Marr , Wicked Lovely

“I am Devlin, brother and advisor to the High Queen, assassin, and keeper of order.”
― Melissa Marr, Radiant Shadows

“She stepped closer to one of the statues. It looked wide-eyed, almost afraid as she reached out her hand.
One of the women reached out and snatched Aislinn's still uplifted hand. "No."
The women spoke all at once, not to her or to Keenan, but softly-as if to themselves-in a sibilant whisper. "He's ours. Fair exchange. Not yours to interfere.”
― Melissa Marr, Wicked Lovely

“Maybe the girl would get strong enough to withstand an ink exchange with one of the chosen faeries. If not, he could always give her to one of the weaker fey. It seemed a shame to waste a lovely broken toy.”
― Melissa Marr, Ink Exchange

“Grasping the staff, Donia pressed her mouth to Beira’s still body and inhaled. The rest of the Winter Queen’s cold flowed into her, rolling through her like an icy wave, churning until it suddenly stopped and lay quiet â€� a fathomless frozen pool surrounded by ice-laden trees and unmarred white fields.
The words came to her from the white world, sliding through her lips like a winter wind, "I am the Winter Queen. As those before me, I will carry the wind and ice."
And she was healed, stronger than she’d ever been.”
― Melissa Marr, Wicked Lovely

“I ask to become a faery because I love a faery queen, and because she deserves to have someone who loves her for who she is, not what she is. She needs me. There are people-good people-I love and I'm a liability to them because I'm a mortal. I'm fragile. I'm finine. I am in this world. People I care about, the woman I love, friends in all three of the courts... This is where I belong. I just need you to give me what it takes to stay with them and be strong enough not to fail them.”
― Melissa Marr, Fragile Eternity

“Faeries could make themselves seen or not seen at will. And when they took people they took body and soul together.”
― Melissa Marr, Wicked Lovely