Quotes About Fey

I hear a lot of people singing in funny voices and singing like they're stupid. Singing in a deliberately fey and dumb and childish way. And I find it to be a disturbing trend.

Fey?" Mrs. Allerton put her head on one side as she considered her reply. "Well, it's a Scottish word, really. It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know—it's too good to be true.

Your fey cousin here has the miraculous ability to hold his liquor--and mine, and yours, and the king's, and half the country's, I expect.

Your mother was a different flavor of cake, Lavie. Lovely, but a little fey, if I may say.

Tinks titties Rache Jenks

I opine you wouldn't know help if it smacked you in the face. Stubborn, bullheaded, wild fey thing of a woman. - Pierce

The care and feeding of my fey.

CALLIOPE "LILA" BARBOT PRINCESS OF THE SYLVAN FEY LINE

Among the fey it was impolite to ask why a person was having hysterics. Hell, sometimes it was considered impolite to notice they were having hysterics at all. Usually that was for ruling royalty, though. Everyone had to pretend that the king or queen wasn't bug nuts. Mustn't admit that centuries of inbreeding had done any damage.

Apparently the Irish Fey answered direct questions, but what you didn't ask, they didn't answer, even if logically it was connected.

As usual, I was fey enough to see the problem, but too human to fix it.

I was sidhe enough that I didn't understand the American trait of being totally fascinated with sex, and totally uncomfortable with it...'You are totally comfortable with this line of questioning, aren't you Meredith?' he asked. 'I am not ashamed of anything I've done, Mr. Verducci. They Fey, outside of some in the Seelie court, see no shame in sex, as long as it's consentual...It's sex. There's nothing wrong with sex.

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

What would he imagine next? Little hairy beasties tap-dancing on his sofa, or other fey creatures sneaking up on him in the shower?' (Syn)

Kit's horse wasn't white at all, Will saw with relief, but a sorrel gelding so red he gleamed like wet blood even by the cold fey light that surrounded them.

In the long run, he thought, the new, fey Perceval with so many ancient souls behind her eyes might even be a match for Cynric the Sorceress, in wisdom if not in craft.

I shall reclaim the bird sooner or later, sweet William." "Aye," Will said. "But not until ravens flocks these grounds again. Do we have an agreement, my lady?" She bit her lip, ignoring the Mebd's arch amusement. "He's hidden from me for a thousand years," Morgan le Fey said at last, acquiesing. Her hand slid gracefully down to rest on her thigh, cupped inward, palm open. "A few days mean nothing.

Kit wondered if they were real fey animals, or if they would disappear into dried leaves and twists of straw with the down's advent.

The baby in her arms was silent: ensorceled, and there would be a simulacram left in the crib, a changeling. A fey mockery to die by sunrise, and leave the grieving family to wonder. Crib death. Elf-stroke. How little we remember.

Cook was then very handsome in a fey English way and dressed in floor-length, striped djellaba. In the role of the dead-eyed Spiggott, he intoned lines like "You fill me with inertia," while appearing utterly indifferent to the beauties who danced in attendance. It was a scene that might have provided the basic blueprint for what would later become the Pet Shop Boys' career.

The fey wonders of the world only exist while there are those with the sight to see them. CHARLES DE LINT

The fey in this country keep to themselves, and are a separate nation, much like the American Indians, but with even more autonomy.

Long ago, the Celtic god Dagda drew a veil between humans and the Fey Folk. In our time, the Goddess has charged me to help bring the Fey magic back through that veil so that we humans can be renewed by the starry-eyed mysticism of the Little People, by the passion and wisdom of the poet in love with the Goddess, and by the wild integrity of the dark and dangerous Faerie Folk.

Grimalkin yawned and licked his whiskers. 'Not dead,' he replied. 'Hardly dead. But she changed her name and appearance so many times, even the oldest fey would hardly remember her. She likes to keep a low profile, you know.' Puck frowned, knitting his bows together. 'Then how is it you remember her?' he demanded, sounding indignant. 'I am a cat,' purred Grimalkin.