Quotes About Faery

The faery was beautiful- stunning - the way a storm is when you wake up and see lightning streak across the sky. And probably just as dangerous.

The former Dark King's eyes closed again; his chest did not appear to rise. Niall reached out and put a hand on the injured faery's chest. "Irial!" "Still here." Irial didn't open his eyes, but he smiled a little. "You're an ass," Niall said, but he kept his hand on Irial's chest so that he could feel both pulse and breath. "You too, Gancanagh," Irial murmured.

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.

No. As a matter of fact, the dragon oracle tells me the girl I'm supposed to marry, the one destined to someday become the queen of the faery realm, isn't a faery at all." "She isn't?" I said. "Then who is she?" "You," he said.