Tithe (Modern Faerie Tales, #1)

by Holly Black

And pleasant is the faerie land But an eerie tale to tell, Ay at the end of seven years We pay a tithe to Hell; I am sae fair and fu o flesh, I’m feard it be mysel. —“YOUNG TAM LIN”

Crippled things are always more beautiful. It’s the flaw that brings out beauty.”

“Why does that belong to me?” “That was the kiss I stole from you when you were enchanted,” he said patiently. “Oh… well, what if I didn’t want it?” “You don’t?” “No,” she said, letting a grin spread across her face, hoping her mother would take her time on the drive over. “I’d like you to take it back again, please.” “I am your servant,” the King of the Unseelie Court said, his lips a moment from her own. “Consider it done.”