Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?

I don't believe in fate," he said carefully, "but... I do believe everything happens for a reason. That there is some plan, some meaning to this darkness we live in.

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

It's not the physical scars that are the most painful.

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.

Do not lose your heart to a faery prince. It never ends well.

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