Metallic trees. That's new. If you see any steel dryads, be sure to tell me so I can run away screaming.

It was fine and good to be defiant to the end, but it was better not to get caught in the first place.

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

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.

Me? Robin Goodfellow, a family man? He, not likely, ice-boy. I mean, think of what that would do to my reputation. Glamour shimmered around him, and he gave us a wink. Later, lovebirds. Gimme a heads up when the kid arrives. 'Uncle Puck' will be waiting.

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.

There are only those you can live with, and those you can work to change.