A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.

I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman--taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.

She says that what you did was a cry for help." "It was," I say. "That's why I was yelling 'Heeeelp!' I don't really go in for subtlety.

Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.

Poisonous jealousy thrummed through my veins.

Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.

There are dog people and cat people.