You don't dwell on what you've lost, you just move on.

I like all my characters in one way or another, or at least I understand them.

Robin Goodfellow, for all his pranks and mischief, was the sweetest, most noble person I'd ever known, and I'd missed him terribly.

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

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

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.