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September 2 - September 2, 2019
My family tree has a lot of thorns, and a tendency to draw blood.
decking them with rosemary and rue.
I once found Quentin absently gnawing on a stick of butter while he was doing his homework.
as long as he doesn’t starve or get scurvy, I’ve done my job.
You can’t bandage someone else’s wounds while you’re bleeding to death from your own.
it was the rattle of bones across the bottom of the endless sea, and there was nothing in it that remembered what it was to forgive.
moonlight glinting off the rings of faerie ointment around her eyes.
You know, we onky ever have Toby's _assumption_ that it's faerke ointment and nit Vaseline.
“That’s the problem. I don’t know,” I replied. “But something’s wrong.”
And just that fast she forgot
Drowning couldn’t have been worse than the nausea.
There are so many broken parts to Faerie, and sometimes I don’t know if they can ever be fixed.
I shot the Luidaeg a sharp look. “Not funny.” “Pretty funny,” she said.
“Dawn,”
please don’t turn him into a school of sardines or anything else that makes it difficult for me to finish his training.”
This is healing a wound in the world almost as old as Faerie itself.”
“It’s terrible to be the one who has to set things right when you didn’t play any part in breaking them.”
“Foolishness and bravery look a lot alike if you’re not paying close enough attention,”
“You’re going to like my Mom,”
It turns out that while I may be pretty good at dying, I’m equally lousy at staying dead.
“She thought if she made the future unknowable, she could keep it from happening. She didn’t understand.”
this isn’t when I’m going to tell you,
but these days it feels like she’s trying to punish you for refusing to be protected.
I’ve learned, to my regret, that missing pieces now almost always mean pain later.
She had my blessing and my bed, and she gave them both away to be exactly like the rest of you.”
Had I not fallen in love with your ladylike charms long since, I think I might fall in love now, out of sheerest self-defense.”
He’s suffered long enough.”
“Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck ten, the mouse didn’t care because rodents have no sense of time, hickory dickory dock.”
“What I lack in authority, I make up for in big pointy things.”
I shot him a baleful look. “You’re not helping.” “Sure I am. I’m making sure there are consequences when you let yourself get stabbed in the stomach. Maybe that way, you’ll do it less, and I’ll have fewer nightmares. Everyone wins.”
We’re fae. We don’t do mercy.”
That’s the real connection between folk music and the fae: it’s easier to whistle than heavy metal.
She wouldn’t want you to be fighting right now. Not each other, anyway. This is Dianda we’re talking about: she’d absolutely want you to be fighting everyone else.”
“They’ll be amazing,” he said. “You’ll see. Any child of ours could be nothing less.” “That’s what I’m afraid of,”
“Okay,” said Marcia. She grabbed a sprig of rosemary from behind her ear and ran it down the seam between the gates, murmuring something under her breath. The gates sprang open, nearly dumping me on my face as I found myself without anything to hang onto.
Scentless magic.
“I don’t know you.”
Marcia, and you travel with the Count of Goldengreen. They said all that. But I don’t know you. Something about you isn’t right. Who are you?”
What about this moment had been worth losing so very much?
April has a certain understanding with electrical systems. She understands that she wants them to do what she tells them, and they understand that it’s best not to argue with her.
