Welcome to Fae Cafe Quotes

“You’d never catch your breath if I took all the kisses I wanted. I don’t think I’d ever want to stop.”
― Jennifer Kropf, Welcome to Fae Cafe

“You can learn a person’s whole life story from a tone,” the teary-eyed old woman across from her said.”
― Jennifer Kropf, Welcome to Fae Cafe

“Shayne nodded. “Of course. Humans conspire differently than us. They will try to trick us into eating bread,” he promised.”
― Jennifer Kropf, Welcome to Fae Cafe

“Second… To every teacher I ever had. I made it. In your face.”
― Jennifer Kropf, Welcome to Fae Cafe

“the soothing sun on her back, and every mistake she’d ever made unable to find her. How different life would be if she had wings.”
― Jennifer Kropf, Welcome to Fae Cafe

“—you still can’t seem to move on from those troubles of the past. Stop letting the few bad days ruin all your good ones!”
― Jennifer Kropf, Welcome to Fae Cafe

“Kate wondered if she was still stuck in that day, and if everything in her life since that point had only been a dream.”
― Jennifer Kropf, Welcome to Fae Cafe

“1:45pm: Kate: Kate is unfortunately occupied and cannot make your very important appointment. Apologies, impatient human. 1:47pm: Lily: Are you trying to be funny? 1:50pm: Kate: Very. 1:55pm: Lily: Get over here so we can talk. I want to go to bed.”
― Jennifer Kropf, Welcome to Fae Cafe

“Yes, but now I’ve told them not to attack me,”
― Jennifer Kropf, Welcome to Fae Cafe

“The key is to ensure that the human you wish to enchant has a spark of romantic feelings for the fairy bestowing the kiss before the enchanted kiss is performed. Even just a shallow feeling will be enough…” Cress looked up to find Mor biting his lips together. A grin was dangerously close to showing. “You think I did it wrong?” It was more of an accusation. “Should I have forced our lips together for longer?” Mor ignored the question and kept reading, “But as with many rules of the fairies, the opposite can take place too, and a fairy ought to be careful not to kiss a human if there are any romantic feelings—”
― Jennifer Kropf, Welcome to Fae Cafe

“They can see us, but they can’t hear us in here,” Freida said as she sat back down and picked up her yarn. “You’ve been black marked, Kate Kole,” she added. “The fae Prince has come to kill you. And he’ll succeed.”
― Jennifer Kropf, Welcome to Fae Cafe

“Killing a human can’t be that hard!” Cress shouted back. “I just need to speak her real name and command her to die!” His boots thundered down the hall until he reached the crystal spiral staircase. He travelled down three levels into the dark pits of the Silver Castle where the cold morgue prepared faeborn bodies for candlelight ceremonies. When Cress burst into the room, he found it empty of servants. But he saw Whyp. He saw the body of the golden-eyed fairy. His brother assassin. Mor jogged in behind him. “Cress—” “Steal his memories for me,” Cress said. “Just this once, Mor. Do this for me.” “You know I can’t do that.” Moisture filled the Prince’s turquoise eyes when he looked at his friend. “Have you ever done it before?” he asked, and Mor looked like he’d turned to faestone. “Yes. Once,” he said. Cress nodded and marched over to Whyp. “Good,” he said. “Do it, Mor. Please. I’ll never tell a soul that you used your Shadow Fairy gift. I want to see Whyp’s last moments. I want to feel what he felt as his faeborn heart stopped.” “You can’t do anything about it, Cress,” Mor said quietly. “Promise me.” Cress laid his hands along Whyp’s temples. “I can’t even take a breath anymore without the whole North High Court watching me. How could I do something about this?”
― Jennifer Kropf, Welcome to Fae Cafe

“You don’t have it. You are my future son-in-law now, Prince. I forbid you from breaking the law and crossing the gate. That is why I came to tell you myself.” The Queene’s cruel lips tipped down. “Lord Gwess’s second son was hardly worth having around to begin with. He had measly half-power and an obnoxious laugh.” Something snapped in Cress’s chest. “The High Court will demand that Whyp be avenged!” he shouted. “How can I come into power over the North before that human is killed and justice has been restored in our court?” The Queene looked back and forth between his eyes. “That sounded dangerously close to defiance,” she said. “You’ll send them to hunt the human, then?” Cress nodded toward the triad of kneeling males waiting beneath the lantern light. “I have been the North Court’s greatest assassin for over a decade,” he objected. “Can I not be granted this one request?” “You attacked a lord of the East yesterday!” Her voice blasted through the room with the volume of a horn, and frost crawled up the walls. Cress and Thessalie slammed their hands over their ears; the kneeling assassins by the lanterns went rigid. The Queene’s eyes narrowed. “The High Court will conspire against you if you disobey me. And no, I will not be sending your brother assassins after the human, either. There are more important things approaching in the new faeborn year—like the wedding. As I said, we will send an assassin to kill the human for breaking a fairy law in due time.”
― Jennifer Kropf, Welcome to Fae Cafe

“Queene Levress’s sharp eyes cut to Thessalie like she wondered why the old scholar was there. “Prince,” she said to Cress, “I’ve come to deliver the tragic news myself.” Her white lashes glittered in the lanterns’ glow. “Tell me your news, my Queene,” Cress said. “A human assassin attacked us from across the gate. She killed a fairy of the North this morning. She must pay for it with her life, but I plan to wait until the new faeborn year to deal with it.” “What?” Thessalie blanched at Cress’s side. “A human killed a fairy? That hasn’t happened in a hundred faeborn years—” “Why have you come to tell me this yourself?” Cress cut off the scholar to ask the Queene. Queene Levress looked at him for a long while, tapping her long nails together. “Because the murdered fairy was part of your Brotherhood,” the Queene said. “He was the second son of High Lord Gwess of our North Court.” The life drained from Cress’s chest. “Whyp…?” he whispered. “He crossed the gate against our laws. He would have likely been killed when he came back anyway.” The Queene glanced at her silver nails. “Thankfully, I had a spy following him who cleaned up the mess.”
― Jennifer Kropf, Welcome to Fae Cafe