It is my belief that books are living things.

He wondered whether growing up was learning that most stories turned out to be lies.

You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

It demeans you to cover rotten meat with honey. I know what I am. What would you want with a monster?" "Everything.

You set me up," I say. "One big con. You can't blame me because I turned out not to be gullible enough. You can't blame the mark. That's not how it works. Have some respect for the nature of the game.

But the Courts aren't places humans are supposed to be, especially the Unseelie Court. Most faeries won't even go there." We have to go - we have to get Ravus's heart. He's going to die if we don't." what are we going to do? Go down there and ask for it?" Pretty much.

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.