Blood Faerie Quotes

“Her body poised with the tension of a wild animal, ready to pounce - or to flee. So beautiful, he thought. As he voiced the words, she faded away, and his world returned to blackness.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“He wouldn't have to search for her long. She was nestled in his thoughts like a pebble in his shoe. His mind pointed toward her as if she were true north.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“Perhaps, more than anything, it occurred to her that maybe she didn't have to spend the rest of eternity alone. One person could know, perhaps. One friend. Maybe. This strange human shed a ray of hope into her life.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“His mum had loved her ornaments, as she called them, but when she died, his dad waited about a week before boxing them up and giving them to a charity shop. “I loved your mum, Quinton,” he’d said, “but I hate them fuckin’ porcelaincats.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“Her tone held a challenge. She did not need his condemnation or what his pity. Once, she had wanted his love, but that time had passed into dust. There was no point wanting things that could never be.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“...but those eyes made him take her very seriously. Beautiful, yes. Delightful and enchanting, definitely. But absolutely dangerous.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“The pair stood in long silence. Another thing Eilidh missed. Humans rushed everywhere, filled every moment with noise. They lacked the discipline of quiet.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“In her time in the human city, she'd noticed the police often had that stance, as if making themselves oak-like would deter wrongdoers.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“Without warning, he felt a familiar tug. Eilidh. If the intensity of the sensation was anything to go by, she was coming back and moving quickly. He had no way of knowing how long she would take, but it made his heart lighter to know he would see her soon.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“Munro stood in the doorway, watching the two faeries peer into his fridge as thought it was the strangest thing they'd ever seen.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“Although she had a slight build, Eilidh was solid and heavier than she first appeared. Rather than throw her over his shoulder, he tried to carry her as though propping up a drunken friend. People would accept the latter without question, but a burly guy carrying a woman fireman-style? That might draw second looks.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“A hard pain it Munro's spine as it lurched into an awkward curve, arching his back off the surface where he lay. Muscles contracted, jerking and releasing, jerking and releasing. The calm voices grew insistent and frenzied, but in a controlled, orchestrated way.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“Evil smelled like nothing else, worse than a rotting corpse, worse than sewage and disease, more vile than the fumes that billowed from modern machinery, more cloying than the shame of drunken whores.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“This is not what I chose, but what I am. You would ask me to give it up, to become less, so you could maintain the fantasy that I am what you had hoped I would be. There was never a reality in that dream.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“He gazed at her, his eyes burning with delirium and said the last word she would have expected. 'Dem'ontar-che.' Love, in the ancient fae language. Yet more than love, Devotion didn't even define it. The phrase was spoken only at sacred ceremonies, and never lightly. It implied blind faith, utter servitude, and unquestioning loyalty.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“She’d heard of true druids, in stories her father told, but thought they must have died out, as humans turned away from magic and embraced invention.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“Her father loved rain. His strength came from the second season, and he knew how to draw from water. Rain held the element of air and the earth rose to meet it, bringing the power of the first and third seasons with it.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie

“But after her meeting with Saor, she realised she’d been marking time. Now she forced herself to imagine a future.”
― India Drummond, Blood Faerie