Who knows what goes on in the mind of a cat?

I was Ashallayn'darkmyr Tallyn, son of Mab, former prince of the Unseelie Court, and I was not afraid of a witch on a broom.

And I swear, if there is a way for us to be together, I will find it. No matter how long it takes. If I have to chase your soul to the ends of eternity, I won't stop until I find you, I promise.

My, aren't we bossy today. Give a girl an army and it goes straight to her head.

I wished that, for once, faery tales – real faery tales, not Disney fairy tales – would have a happy ending.

Fear was the knowledge of pain, the awareness that you could be hurt, that you could die.

Jealousy isn't something we deal with well, but some of us have been around long enough to know when to let go, and what is most important. The happiness of my two best friends should be more important than some ancient feud.