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“Someday you’re gonna realize that no one on this earth will ever love you the way I do. You’ll wish you’d said the words, wish you’d had this moment back. The truth is whether you say them or not I’ll still go on loving you. Even when it hurts, even when I feel it cut me up inside and I bleed…I’ll still love you, but someday…probably sooner than either of us want it to be��.someday…I’ll hate you for it.�� Raylan’s words are cruel and wonderful at the same time.”
― Ashley Jeffery

“What do you want from me Duncan?�� My breath caught in my throat when he licked his lips and swallowed hard. “I don’t know everything and nothing. I feel like you’re this giant flame that I can’t get away from. I fight the pull; I try as hard as I can to move in the other direction but something keeps bringing me back. I left town hoping I’d never come back here, but here I am. I guess I’m sick of fighting it. I’m willing to take the chance of burning up the question is, are you?��
Duncan-The Wild Hunt”
― Ashley Jeffery

“The scars weren’t overly red, but faded, some just light lines on my skin. Some of them I could cover with makeup, while others would never truly disappear. I felt like they completed me. A reflection of the way I felt inside."---Lo The Wild Hunt”
― Ashley Jeffery

“For the first time, he understood how and why Mark's choice to stay with his family might not have beena n easy one. For the first time he thought in wonder of how much his brother must love him after all, to have given up the sky for his sake.”
― Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows

“The silence joined the words we always left unspoken. Circling around and around until I was sure, the quiet would slice me open".-Lo Preston-The Wild Hunt”
― Ashley Jeffery

“The dead never leave us. I didn’t have to see rotting zombies to remind me of that. Every day I remembered them and mourned. An ache inside that was forever constant. All I had left of them were memories. I cherished everyone like they were diamonds. I didn’t want to forget them. I didn’t want to let go." Lorelei Preston-The Wild Hunt”
― Ashley Jeffery

“Every morning I wake up, I feel guilty; every breath of borrowed time is heavy in my chest."-Lo-The Wild Hunt”
― Ashley Jeffery

“Sutter Laughed. "You were just being honest. Maybe needed is the wrong word. Wanted. I want to be wanted. I want to be someone's air. I want to feel like my presence makes their life better, just by simply existing.”
― Ashley Jeffery, The Otherside

“A familiar pang of dread wrapped its icy hand around my heart." Lorelei Preston-The Wild Hunt”
― Ashley Jeffery

“I will never get to tell him I love him, even if my love was never enough. The empty ache grows and throbs in my chest. It’s a living and breathing thing inside me. Sucking the air from my lungs, and the warmth from my body. The ache and pain leaves me hollow and cold.”
― Ashley Jeffery, Scent Hound

“Be careful with your knives baby, use them before anyone can use them against you." Nan-The Otherside”
― Ashley Jeffery, The Otherside

“Everything changed...even the things we didn't want to.”
― Ashley Jeffery, The Otherside

“But as his head cleared, Colin heard another sound, so beautiful that he never found rest again; the sound of a horn, like the moon on snow, and another answered it from the limits of the sky; and through the Brollachan ran silver lightnings, and he heard hoofs, and voices calling, “We ride! We ride!�� and the whole cloud was silver, so that he could not look.

The hoof-beats drew near, and the earth throbbed. Colin opened his eyes. Now the cloud raced over the ground, breaking into separate glories that whispered and sharpened to skeins of starlight, and were horsemen, and at their head was majesty, crowned with antlers, like the sun.

But as they crossed the valley, one of the riders dropped behind, and Colin saw that it was Susan. She lost ground, though her speed was no less, and the light that formed her died, and in its place was a smaller, solid figure that halted, forlorn, in the white wake of the riding.

The horsemen climbed from the hillside to the air, growing vast in the sky, and to meet them came nine women, their hair like wind. And away they rode together across the night, over the waves, and beyond the isles, and the Old Magic was free for ever, and the moon was new.”
― Alan Garner

“She suspected that nobody still left on this island really deserved the blissful ignorance that was prerequisite to that slow and simple life anymore.”
― Emma Seckel, The Wild Hunt

“One morning Áine had sailed out of their lives and the next the Welleses stopped talking about her. But she lingered. There were parts of her that were too well woven into the fabric of their lives to excise neatly”
― Emma Seckel, The Wild Hunt

“It seemed unlikely that she’d leave the island again in her lifetime, she thought, not only because of the state of her finances but mostly because of the way she felt rooted here, like she grew out of the green grass”
― Emma Seckel

“You don’t sound happy, mo ghrád,�� he had told her over her landlady’s telephone, about a year after she’d left. She wasn’t, not even then, though there was still the buoyant hope that one day it would slip into place like a gear in a clock. But she hadn’t gone in search of happiness. Happiness was at home, on the island, in the midnight suns of summer, the winter skies dancing with lights...”
― Emma Seckel, The Wild Hunt

“The day dawned blue and blurry. A light frost on the grass, a pale, clear morning. It was the first of November, and the sluagh were gone. The light trickled over the island slowly. It brushed against the ruined church spire and dripped down to the memorial, reaching into the crevices of the names writ therein. It poked through curtains and shutters to creep along countertops and kiss sleeping foreheads. It ran along the high street, knocked on the door, danced over the boats in the harbour, and made a sprint up the hill away from the village. It ricocheted through the fields and through the trees, paused reverently at the standing stones, rocketed up to the ancient cathedral where the seagulls swooped, keening.”
― Emma Seckel, The Wild Hunt