Fae Quotes

• Remembering the past gives power to the present.

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  Fae Myenne Ng

  Caring   Past   Giving  

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• Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming -- and they ate children and puppies.

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  Patricia Briggs

  Children   Powerful   Two  

  Patricia Briggs (2012). “Fair Game”, p.12, Penguin

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• But even this piece of flattery couldn't distract me from the fact that I was in the center of the Fae realm, blind, stark naked, and without the slightest idea of what was going on.

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  Patrick Rothfuss

  Ideas   Naked   Fae  

  Patrick Rothfuss (2011). “The Wise Man's Fear: The Kingkiller Chronicle: Day Two”, p.616, Penguin

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• Some of the fae have an odd idea of bride send-offs," he explained "including, according to Zee, kidnapping." "I forgot about that." And I was appalled because I knew better. "Bran and Samuel are probably more of a danger than any of the fae," I told him. "Someday, I'll tell you about some of the more spectaculare wedding antics Samuel's told me about." Some of them made kidnapping look mild.

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  Patricia Briggs

  Ideas   Looks   Fae  

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• It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.

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  Patricia Briggs

  Creating   Blood   Perfect  

  Patricia Briggs (2011). “The Mercy Thompson Collection”, p.663, Penguin

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• What had set the fae world off? I`d never seen one. Now you couldn`t throw a trowel without hitting a fairy.

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  Charlaine Harris

  Fae   World   Hitting  

  Charlaine Harris (2009). “Dead and Gone: A Sookie Stackhouse Novel”, p.123, Penguin

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• I heard there are no male sidhe-seers." Where did you hear that?" Around." And which one of those are you in doubt about Ms. Lane?" Which one of what?" Whether I see the Fae, or whether I'm a man. I believe I've laid your mind to rest on the former; shall I relieve it on the latter?" He reached for his belt. Oh, please." I rolled my eyes. "You're a leftie, Barrons." Touche, Ms. Lane," he murmered.

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  Karen Marie Moning

  Believe   Eye   Men  

  FaceBook post by Karen Marie Moning from Oct 03, 2012

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• Burns from dropped matches, Ms. Lane? Matches one might have dropped while flirting with a pernicious Fae, Ms. Lane? Have you any idea the value of this rug?” I didn’t think his nostrils could flare any wider. His eyes were black flame. “Pernicious? Good grief, is English your second language? Third?” Only someone who’d learned English from a dictionary would use such a word. “Fifth,” he snarled. “Answer me.

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  Karen Marie Moning

  Grief   Eye   Flirting  

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• Gruff,” I said, “I find myself largely clueless about why mortal women do what they do. It will take a wiser man than me to understand what’s in a fae woman’s mind.

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  Jim Butcher

  Clueless   Men   Mind  

  Jim Butcher (2010). “The Dresden Files Collection 7-12”, p.2423, Penguin

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• There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them. Good and evil, in their purest form, are as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hand as any Fae illusion. We can only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we can no longer aim for the light.

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  Karen Marie Moning

  Black And White   Light   Hands  

  Karen Marie Moning (2007). “Bloodfever: Fever Series”, p.184, Delacorte Press

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• Tuatha De do not walk the human realm alone. Actually, they don't walk alone much anywhere. Only the occasional rogue Fae will do so." "Like yourself?" "Yes Most of my kind have no fondness for solitude. Those who walk alone are not to be trusted." "Really," she said dryly. "Except for me," he amended, with a faint, insouciant grin.

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  Karen Marie Moning

  Solitude   Fae   Rogues  

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• And now she was just Gabby, currently staying in a dreamy, magnificent castle in Scotland with a Fae prince who did all kinds of non-nasty, non-inhuman things like tearing up lists of names, and returning tadpoles to lakes, and saving people's lives. Not to mention kissing with all the otherwordly splendor of a horny angel.

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  Karen Marie Moning

  Angel   Kissing   Names  

  Karen Marie Moning (2004). “The Immortal Highlander”, p.217, Delacorte Press

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• So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.

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  Patricia Briggs

  Christian   Night   July  

  Patricia Briggs (2011). “The Mercy Thompson Collection”, p.451, Penguin

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