A Crown of Petals and Ice (Honey and Ice, #3)

by Shannon Mayer

“A fae bereft of Underhill is a weak fae indeed,” she said. “Weaker and weaker over the months, the years, the decades, until their magic is but a memory. For Underhill replenishes our connection to its energy and essence. This is her power. And Rubezahl knows it well. The fae on Earth have been cut off from Underhill long enough that they will soon begin to pay the price. That soon they will become a foothold for this darker, more sinister power.”

Goddess save me from penises and their inability to concentrate. Except for Lan’s.

“Quiet yourself, imbecile. It’s not for you that I came. If I get a shot at that motherfucker, I’m going to shank him right up his oversized asshole.”

“It doesn’t matter what others think of you. It only matters what you think of yourself. Only the weak can be formed and torn down by the words and actions of others.”

I was going to bed, and I was going to enjoy the years I had before I had to deal with the creature that Adair had created. Until then . . . until then I would live. I would love. And I would eat all the beetroot tickles I bloody well could.