Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.

Even from the beginning, that was the problem. People liked pretty things. People even liked pretty things that wanted to kill and eat them.

Instead, it just reminded her that sometimes there were no good choices.

Life is like licking Honey from a Thorn

I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact." "I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.

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.

You are the best kind of killer, Cassel Sharpe, the kind that never has blood on his hands. The kind that never has to sicken at the sight of what he's done, or come to like it too much.