Images cluttered the pages, but one tattoo set her nerves on edge; inky black eyes surrounded by wings likes shadows coalescing. Mine. The thought, the need, the reaction was overpowering. Leslie looked up. "This one." she said. "I need this one. But the image is more than just tempting art, and it draws her into a world of shadows and desire- into the world of Faerie.

Trust your instincts, trust your judgment.

I eventually realized that good things wouldnt happen to me if I didnt make the right choices.

Life is too short to read books that I'm not enjoying.

The Summer King stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Can you offer me your fidelity? Your heart and your body and your companionship for eternity? Do you want my fidelity? Either love me or kiss me goodbye, my Summer Queen.

You don't have to do those things. You don't have to become a hero, Seth.

Pride goeth before the fall....but you've already fallen, haven't you?