When one of my characters becomes aware of a magical element, it might be because the world is wider than we assume it to be, but it might also be a reminder to pay attention to what is here already, hidden only because it's been forgotten.

It's easy to believe in magic when you're young. Anything you couldn't explain was magic then. It didn't matter if it was science or a fairy tale. Electricity and elves were both infinitely mysterious and equally possible - elves probably more so.

[She] had felt straight away that she wasn’t meeting a new friend, but recognizing an old one.

Remember the quiet wonders. The world has more need of them than it has for warriors.

When all's said and done, all roads lead to the same end. So it's not so much which road you take, as how you take it.

We call them faerie. We don't believe in them. Our loss.

It's all those stories and how they braid together that tells us who and what and where we are