"I stand in front of my window and imagine myself a fearless knight, imagine myself a witch who hid her heart in her finger and then chopped her finger off."

"He rises from the throne. “Come, have a seat.” His voice is replete with danger, lush with menace. The flowering branches have sprouted thorns so thickly that petals are barely visible.“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asks. “What you sacrificed everything for. Go on. It’s all yours."

"She's looking around the forest, as though if she can prove it isn't magic, then nothing else is, either. Which is stupid. All forests are magic."

"El te odia. Incluso si te desea, te odia.Tal vez te odia más por eso."

"Si tú eres la enfermedad, supongo que no puedes ser también la cura."

"You’ve manipulated the High King of Faerie intoobeying you, but you can’t find a way to manipulate one jerk into keepingour sister happy?"

"You’re like a story that hasn’t happened yet."

"Just because I am bitter about romance doesn't mean everyone else needs to be."

"I am not so arrogant as to have begun my fight with a troll in the middle of the night. And I definitely wouldn’t have managed to talk her to death."

"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."