I kissed him on the mouth, and then I threatened to kiss him some more if he didn't do exactly what I wanted.

I raise a plastic glass. “To family.”“And Faerieland,” says Taryn, raising hers.“And pizza,” says Oak.“And stories,” says Heather.“And new beginnings,” says Vivi.Cardan smiles, his gaze on me. “And scheming great schemes.”To family and Faerieland and pizza and stories and new beginnings and scheming great schemes. I can toast to that.

Mock me all you like. Whatever I imagined then, now it is I who would beg and grovel for a kind word from your lips." His eyes are black with desire. "By you, I am forever undone.

You should tell him, I say. Which is not bad advice, I think. Not advice I would take myself, but that doesn't necessarily make it bad.

No, I won’t help you. No, I won’t hear you explain why I should. It really is a magical word: no. You say whatever bullshit you want and I just say no.

What is a king without a crown? That’s a riddle, but one to which we all know the answer: no king at all.

I rub a hand over my face. By the fire, a spindly, insectile, faerie stirs a big pot. "You want soup, mortal? "I shake my head. "You want to be soup? " it asks hopefully.

He oído que para los mortales, la sensación de enamorarse es muy parecida a la sensación de miedo. Tu corazón late rápido. Tus sentidos se intensifican. Te sientes aturdido, tal vez incluso mareado.

He oído que para los mortales, la sensación de enamorarse es muy parecida a la sensación de miedo. Tu corazón late rápido. Tus sentidos se intensifican. Te sientes aturdido, tal vez incluso mareado. ¿No es cierto? Explicaría mucho sobre los de tu clase si es posible confundir los dos.