Psycho Fae Quotes

“Rationally, it didn’t matter, and I was a bad bitch who didn’t need a man. Irrationally, I was a woman who just wanted to get railed and told I was pretty.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“Either there was something wrong with me, or men were generally unwell and at the root of all problems in society. It was definitely the latter.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“he had the personality of a schizophrenic rock.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“A small part of me noticed how hot Xerxes looked while licking blood off a dagger. I ignored that part of myself. She was unwell and beyond saving.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“And men called women irrational. Anyone who was around any male for any extended period would realize immediately that was a joke.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“Clearly, mental health was neither of our srrengths.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“The thing about mental breakdowns was, even though you were having one, the world didn’t stop around you.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“Like a mature, independent woman, I slid to the ground and hyperventilated.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“Life was action and reaction, peace and violence, stillness and bloodshed. It was all it had ever been. All it would ever be.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“I wanted to brand her name across my black heart, carve her name into my flesh so she wouldn’t feel alone in her scars.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“Fuck you moon goddess. I was going to be a raging whore and fuck so many men that I couldn’t walk from the strain on my vagina. Then I was going to find a sex club, and I would invent positions so exotic and shocking that they would worship me for my creativity.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“I scratched my head and wondered how I could explain I had a homicidal voice in my head without sounding like a complete lunatic.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“Running - cruel and unusual punishment. Should be classified as torture?”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“The feminine urge to try and fix a sinfully handsome but rude man was real and highly inconvenient.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“Not dead yet, bitch.” I made a duck face and held up two peace signs.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“I wanted a good smut book where the female lead was worshipped like a queen and dicked down by multiple men repeatedly. All day. Every day. Constant dicking.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“Another melodramatic male with deep personal issues that needed extensive therapy. Check.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“If they needed abstinence, that was fine. Personally, I needed to get railed. I sent a small prayer to the moon goddess and asked her not to slut shame me.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“You-You,” the blockhead man sputtered like he hadn’t expected me to agree with him. You could practically see his last two brain cells trying to function. With a few fortifying breaths, he regained his unwell energy. “I don’t care what you agree with. You don’t belong here, and I am going to make sure the realm knows it. You heretic women and your campaign to replace men in battle—it’s disgusting. I won’t allow you to poison the female minds of this realm.” I gave him a thumbs-up and a big smile. “Good luck with that. It seems like you’re in a real healthy place mentally.” I was going to go off on a mental limb and guess that this man had never had sex.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“We should drink the sparkly juice while in bubble baths, reading smut books.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“It had taken all my willpower not to flip him off with both my hands. Just kidding; I’d flipped him off, and he shook with rage. Overly aggressive men in physical combat situations were just so predictable.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“Their pointy fae ears twitched like they’d never heard a woman speak to a rat before. Uncultured pussies.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“So I did what I did best. I ignored my lack of mental health and relied on inappropriate humor and unhealthy coping mechanisms to survive.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“A water fae had slapped an air fae on the back and said, and I quote, “Sorry for stabbing you.”
Then the air fae had said, “No problem, bro.”
No problem, bro?
I felt like if someone stabbed you, even in a competition, then you had a problem. Bro.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“The last thing I heard before losing consciousness was the crowd chanting, “Meat Grinder.”
I was a PR god.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“For a second, I considered telling the fae queen I couldn’t do it and just letting her torture me.
I’m not proud of how close I was to choosing the dungeon over running.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“The guide gasped and looked at me like I was covered in fecal matter or something equally heinous. “We don’t destroy art in this realm!”
I squinted at her.
They were fine with torturing innocent people in aggressive physical combat situations, but destroying art was where they crossed the line?
She squinted back.
After a long, awkward standoff, I realized she wasn’t joking, and I chuckled to myself.
I definitely would not be telling her about the time I’d broken a statue in school because I’d run into it.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“A part of me liked that I’d caused such a stir. She was toxic Sadie, and I wasn’t proud of her.
As a result, I’d smiled and nodded while Cobra ranted at me, but truthfully, I’d zoned out as soon as he’d started speaking.
All I was getting was that he was obsessed with me.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“As an apology for deceiving you, and my mother kidnapping you to make you fight in the Fae Games, I will bring you Dick’s liver. Warm.” She licked her lips like a maniac.
I felt less pride. “All right, let’s try to rein in our crazy. But seriously, if you kill or bring me Dick, I’ll forgive you for all your lies,” I said dramatically.
Aran nodded, spit into her hand, and held it out for me to shake.
I grimaced at her spit. It was probably a weird fae custom, an enchantment to bind our promise.
I spit into my hand and held it out.
She shook my hand aggressively.
“So, are we now bound to our promise forever or something?” I asked.
Aran grinned. “Nah, I saw it in a bootleg human movie about a camp during the summer months. Apparently, it makes a promise extra solid.”
I regretted touching her hand.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae

“Shouldn’t she be awake by now?” an effervescent female voice asked above me. A stuffy male voice said haughtily, “Your highness, she’s lost seventy percent of the blood in her body. It will be a miracle if she wakes up in the next few days. She has been in a coma for three days and is disturbingly small, weak, and scrawny. Frankly, I don’t understand how she has survived as lon—” “Boo,” I said as I opened my eyes and shot up out of bed. The fae doctor screamed like a ninny and threw his clipboard against the wall. It rattled with a loud crack. “Not dead yet, bitch.” I made a duck face and held up two peace signs.”
― Jasmine Mas, Psycho Fae