You're not weak at all. Wounded, but that's nothing to be ashamed of.

In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and breath were but a blink from death. To add the weight of nourishing his insatiable court in a time of peace was to hasten that unconscionably.

What does it mean when nightmares dream of peace? When shadows wish for light?

...Bananach sits on your throne, has declared herself Dark Queen." "She WHAT!?" Niall- or perhaps Irial-asked.

Can I join you at lunch?" She paused. "You have every other day." He laughed, a sound as musical as the chiming song of the lupine fey when they ran. "Yes. But you resented it every other day." "What makes you think I won't resent it today?" "Hope. It's what I live on.

The world is too fascinating to limit yourself to one path or one sort of people.

Love can give a person strength to break through glamours and magicks.