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Sprites Quotes

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William  O'Brien
“Devic Magic

Woodland sprites, elves and nymphs
Waltz in time take a glimpse
Fairies hide the forest wit
Mushrooms fly, agarics hit”
William O'Brien, Peter, Enchantment and Stardust: The Poems

Jefferson Smith
“Trust not in Sprites nor the motivations of a Gnome.”
Jefferson Smith, Strange Places

A.G. Howard
“You shaved your chest?"

He looks down at the sheer black stripes. "Actually, there wasn't a mirror in my room. Gossamer did it after my bath, when she shaved my face. She said elves are hairless everywhere but their heads."

Everywhere? I pictured him naked—Gossamer touching his abs, among other places. "That sprite saw you in the nude?"

He clears his throat. "More than just her. I think there were about thirty of them climbing on me at one point."

A surge of jealousy scalds me. My fists clench. "Thirty sprites touched your naked body?"

"Chill about the sprites, all right? Flying lima beans aren't my thing.”
A.G. Howard, Splintered

Holly Black
“...sprites wearing acorn caps and wielding glaives the size of toothpicks battled above a sea of tiger lilies.”
Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

Chloe Jacobs
“Isaac stopped her at the bottom of the stairs with a crooked smile. "I would wish you sweet dreams, but how can they be memorable if I won't be in them?”
Chloe Jacobs, Greta and the Lost Army

Chloe Jacobs
“You are the best!"
He smiled. "Remember this always, and we will have no more problems between us in the future.”
Chloe Jacobs, Greta and the Lost Army

Holly Black
“Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed one sprite tumbling into a flower and emerging heavily dusted with carrot-coloured pollen. The other held up its glaive, victorious.”
Holly Black, How the King of Elfhame Learned to Hate Stories

“Oh, I wonder... I was trying to fix the whole thing at once... But maybe it needs to be done one step at a time? I can do this... I can do this!!”
Joe Whitt, The Sprite and the Gardener

Holly Black
“They streak past me in to the hall in a blast of gossamer.”
Holly Black, The Cruel Prince