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Faerie: where it’s only a little weird to realize that my boyfriend is older than the internal combustion engine.
“I am a cat, October. I have a sense of duty, because I am also a man, but no cat can be held down by duty forever. Eventually, we must go where we wish to be, not where we are told.” Tybalt smiled slightly at the expression on my face. “A simple banishment is not enough to see you quit of me, little fish.”
“Even in my misspent youth, I never attempted to depose a monarch of the Divided Courts.
“I do adore a woman who channels magic via Shakespeare,”
librarianship is a form of heroism. It’s just not as flashy as swords and dragons.”
I am the sea witch. I am the tide you fear and the turning you can’t deny. I am the sound of the waves running over your bones on the beach, little man, and I am not amused at finding you on my doorstep.”
“Do I need to give that whole ‘sound of the waves running over your bones’ speech again? Because seriously, I can only do fucking terrifying once a day before I get bored and want to go do a crossword puzzle or something.”
Tybalt recoiled, horror and shock in his face. “What,” he demanded, “is that?” “It’s a cat,” I said. There was a sign next to the register. “It says her name is Ripley. She’s a Sphinx. They’re hairless cats from Canada. Huh. Who’d have thought hairless cats would come from Canada?” I gave the cat another look. “I wonder if I should get one for Quentin.” “It’s naked,” said Tybalt.
I walked back to Tybalt and Quentin. “Let’s go upstairs. I have some pixies to bribe.” “It is a terrible thing that this statement seems completely reasonable to me,” said Tybalt.
Half the things I’ve accomplished in my life have been because I was too pissed off to realize that they weren’t possible.
Be glad I do not leave you horrible poetry on your pillow, wrapped securely around the bodies of dead rats.”
“When you decide it’s time to up the ante on getting into deep shit, you don’t mess around, do you? You’re just like, hey, what’s the worst that can happen? That’s the worst that can happen? Great. Let’s do that.”
There is always a last kiss. Sometimes we’re just lucky enough to know when we may have had it.
Life was one long series of efforts to reach the golden mean, where everything was the way that it was supposed to be.
The angry voices promptly acquired a note of panic. I guess adding an angry Cait Sidhe with some aggression he needed to work off had changed the character of their party.
