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“Besides, we don’t think even you can turn a karaoke party into a bloodbath.”
“Have you met me?” I asked. “I’m always expecting to be ambushed, and I’m rarely wrong.”
If I had been, I wouldn’t have needed to work so hard to isolate myself from the people who still cared about me.
“That’s the Luidaeg, singing ‘Poor Unfortunate Souls.’ In a karaoke bar. In front of other people.”
“She’s going to get mugged,” he said. “And that will be very educational for the muggers,” I agreed.
“I’d ask you why you tried to defy her, but I’ve met you, so I don’t need to ask,
“Sometimes the places that should be home aren’t,” he said. “Sometimes there’s no one we can blame for that, and so we blame ourselves, because aren’t we the easiest targets? It’s not like anyone will come to our defense when all the loathing and finger-pointing is happening in the privacy of our own minds.”
One nice thing about getting knocked out: it substitutes pretty well for sleep a lot of the time.
If I ever meet Oberon, we’re going to have a long, long talk.
“All those things were words, and they all left your mouth, but I’m having trouble with the idea that they form any sort of coherent sentence.”
yourself—is responsible for the loss of our King and Queens, and there are those who say that only Amandine’s line can set right what they made wrong.”
“Oh, and do you know who her mother was? Did she tell you, failure, when she took you to her bed and promised to be true?”
I was becoming convinced that she was back in the mortal world, even if she wasn’t back with our mother yet. Was that not close enough to count as “home”? How had she been able to do that without finding Oberon?
“I don’t dream about going to Disney World,” said Quentin. “Too humid, not enough hockey.”
“Lady, let alone,” he said. “Where am I?”
“Yes. Of course. I know you. I was waiting for you.”
All my chickens were coming home to roost, and while I didn’t want them, I had earned them. I had earned them, every one.
Home isn’t always a place. Sometimes it’s a concept, an idea: an ideal. When August had gone to the Luidaeg looking for a candle, the Luidaeg had asked for her way home in payment. Without finding Oberon, she couldn’t find her way. And for August, Simon was part of home.
won’t pretend that I’ve forgiven you for what you did to me. I sort of want to.
know that you didn’t mean to do as much damage as you did.
Gillian had moved on. I had to do the same, if only for the sake of the people who loved me,
Someone who had no right to Simon Torquill’s past, or to the love of those who would have saved him, if only they had known how much danger he was in.
“Of what you could do if you remembered that your heritage has more than one source.
Because sometimes the best intentions could lead to some very dark places, and once you were there, it could be almost impossible to find your way home again, unless there was someone willing to help you. Unless you could get there and back by the light of a candle.
“If you hurt her, I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth, and nobody will punish me, because the Queen in the Mists loves me more than she loves almost anyone else in the world,” said Madden pleasantly.
Unlike August, I hadn’t traded my road home for anything. It was narrower than it had been, harder to see through the briars, but it was still there,
I wanted to hug him, and the mere existence of that impulse was one of the weirdest parts of a day that had already been singularly surreal.
Sadly, it would just have distressed Simon, who didn’t seem to appreciate me beating his child to a pulp. Amateur.
There was only Simon Torquill: husband, father, man who had paid everything he had to try and bring his daughter home, only to discover that he needed to find a way—somehow—to pay even more.
a tragedy about to get started.
“I’m her father,” he said. “I didn’t save her the first time. I have to save her now.”
She hadn’t been lost before she came here. You have been.
but you might get to be your own man again if you stay free, if you keep heading for home. Don’t you want that?” “With all my heart,”
That’s what Amy’s daughters do. They save me.”
August wasn’t the only one who’d been lost. She was about to be the only one who knew what it was to be found.
and I will not allow you to cheapen what this man has done for you. You made a choice. This is the consequence.”
had a great deal of respect for his straightforward nature, and for his willingness to pick people up by the throat. It seemed efficient.
