I said ten years, but perhaps seven will be enough. That's not so long. Seven years of drinking poison, of never sleeping, of living on high alert. Seven more years, and then maybe Faerie will be a sa...
He looks like the good boy he's never been.
For me the curse is a crutch, but the con is everything.
For a moment, he says, I wondered if it wasn’t you shooting bolts at me. I make a face at him. And what made you decide it wasn’t? He grins up at me. They missed.
Every child needs a tragedy to become truly interesting.
And elsewhere in the woods, there is another party, one taking place inside a hollow hill, full of night-blooming flowers. There, a pale boy plays a fiddle with newly mended fingers while his sister d...
She sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.
It demeans you to cover rotten meat with honey. I know what I am. What would you want with a monster?Everything.
If I'm not a murderer, asked Corny, how come I keep killing people?
If I cannot be better than them, I will become so much worse.
I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.
I thought I was playing the game of pissing off people who hated me already and eating the consequences.
I stand in front of my window and imagine myself a fearless knight, imagine myself a witch who hid her heart in her finger and then chopped her finger off.
I have lied and I have betrayed and I have triumphed. If only there was someone to congratulate me.
I expect her to say The Liar. She gives me a tricksy grin, full of secrets. What else? The Queen.
He was as honest as any criminal can hope to be.
He hates you. Even if he wants you, he hates you. Maybe he hates you the more for it.
Hazel never cried. She was forged from iron; she never broke.
Except that I have no marketable skills other than swinging around a sword and making up riddles, neither of which probably pay all that well.
Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.