65 Quotes by Molly Ringle

You should see Nina’s clan tartan," she said, pouring herself more tea. "It’s white with orange, green, and royal blue. Horrendous.""We took to calling any obnoxious pattern Clan MacGarish," I said."Or MacHideous," added Laurence."MacUgly," I continued."MacClash," he countered.

A faery’s home, usually shared with others, was often called a haunt, though grander ones might be called a court. There were other fae whose homes were fortresses, caves, dens, or lairs.You didn’t want to go home with anyone who lived in a lair.

Everything about him was turning out to be so much more accessible than she had thought. Spark by spark, the fire of the lofty star was going out, revealing a warm and completely lovable earthling under its glare.

Tell me again how you're not stalking me?

I cried out to the fae to appear for me. It was my ill fortune that it was a goblin who answered.

Do I want to know why you're so informed about spyware?" she asked.Nikolaos gave her a charming, dazzling smile. "No, my dear. You do not.

She just kept staring at her," she lamented. "Like I wasn't even there."..."The trouble with lesbian love triangles is you can't tell which 'she' and which 'her' we're talking about.

For the first month of Ricardo and Felicity’s affair, they greeted one another at every stolen rendezvous with a kiss – a lengthy, ravenous kiss, Ricardo lapping and sucking at Felicity’s mouth as if she were a giant cage-mounted water bottle and he were the world’s thirstiest gerbil.

Hermes, we love you,” Hades said, “but you rarely do as you’re told, and you always do as you wish, and I haven’t the slightest idea what you’d do with an immortality fruit, but I’m sure it would be both creative and disastrous.