Oh, I get it," I said. "You're Evil Harry, lurking inside Good Harry. Right? And you only come out at night?

My magic. That was at the heart of me. It was a manifestation of what I believed, what I lived. It came from my desire to see to it that someone stood between the darkness and the people it would devour.

Like “love,” “hope” is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer.

Me and polite have never been on close terms.

I love watching him think," Maeve told Lily. "You can almost hear that poor little hamster running and running on its wheel.

We have now left Reason and Sanity Junction. Next stop, Looneyville.

Gruff,” I said, “I find myself largely clueless about why mortal women do what they do. It will take a wiser man than me to understand what’s in a fae woman’s mind.